Ulysses Poem by tim woodhouse

Ulysses



Trying to read James Joyce's Ulysses
Is a little like fighting a rare disease -
It puzzles and enrages,
It breaks me in stages
And makes me fall sobbing upon my knees.

Call me a Philistine, but I reached page 75 before cracking up!
I can recommend the short stories in Dubliners, however.

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