The Complete Poetry of James Joyce E-Book

James Joyce

• Herausgeber: e-artnow
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

This carefully crafted ebook: "The Complete Poetry of James Joyce" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Chamber Music is a collection of poems by James Joyce, originally composed of thirty-four love poems. Although it is widely reported that the title refers to the sound of urine tinkling in a chamber pot, this is a later Joycean embellishment, lending an earthiness to a title first suggested by his brother Stanislaus and which Joyce had come to dislike: "The reason I dislike Chamber Music as a title is that it is too complacent." Pomes Penyeach is a collection of thirteen short poems written by James Joyce. It was written over a twenty-year period from 1904 to 1924. Although paid scant attention on its initial publication, this slender volume has proven surprisingly durable, and a number of its poems continue to appear in anthologies to this day. James Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish novelist and poet, considered to be one of the most influential writers in the modernist avant-garde of the early 20th century. Content: Chamber Music Pomes Penyeach Hue's Hue? or Dalton's Dilemma Buy a book in brown paper As I was going to Joyce Saint James' Father O'Ford Humptydump Dublin squeaks through his norse Pennipomes Twoguineaseach Pour la rîme seulement A Portrait of the Artist as an Ancient Mariner Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty Goodbye Zürich, I must leave you O, it is cold and still—alas! She is at peace where she is sleeping There was a kind lady called Gregory There was a young priest named Delaney There is a weird poet called Russell Have you heard of the admiral There once was a Celtic librarian I said: I will go down to where Though we are leaving youth behind The flower I gave rejected lies O, there are two brothers, the Fays C'era una volta, una bella bambina Dear, I am asking a favour The Holy Office Gas from a Burner There is a young gallant named Sax Claude Sykes Solomon Now let awhile my messmates be ...

Leseprobe

James Joyce

The Complete Poetry of James Joyce

e-artnow, 2016 Contact: [email protected]

ISBN 978-80-268-4989-6

Table of Contents

Chamber Music

Pomes Penyeach

Other Poems

Chamber Music

Table of Contents

I

II

III

IV

V

VI

VII

VIII

IX

X

XI

XII

XIII

XIV

XV

XVI

XVII

XVIII

XIX

XX

XXI

XXII

XXIII

XXIV

XXV

XXVI

XXVII

XXVIII

XXIX

XXX

XXXI

XXXII

XXXIII

XXXIV

XXXV

XXXVI

I

Table of Contents

Strings in the earth and air

Make music sweet;

Strings by the river where

The willows meet.

There’s music along the river

For Love wanders there,

Pale flowers on his mantle,

Dark leaves on his hair.

All softly playing,

With head to the music bent,

And fingers straying

Upon an instrument.

II

Table of Contents

The twilight turns from amethyst

To deep and deeper blue,

The lamp fills with a pale green glow

The trees of the avenue.

The old piano plays an air,

Sedate and slow and gay;

She bends upon the yellow keys,

Her head inclines this way.

Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands

That wander as they list—

The twilight turns to darker blue

With lights of amethyst.

III

Table of Contents

At that hour when all things have repose,

O lonely watcher of the skies,

Do you hear the night wind and the sighs

Of harps playing unto Love to unclose

The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone

Awake to hear the sweet harps play

To Love before him on his way,

And the night wind answering in antiphon

Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,

Whose way in heaven is aglow

At that hour when soft lights come and go,

Soft sweet music in the air above

And in the earth below.

IV

Table of Contents

When the shy star goes forth in heaven

All maidenly, disconsolate,

Hear you amid the drowsy even

One who is singing by your gate.

His song is softer than the dew

And he is come to visit you.

O bend no more in revery

When he at eventide is calling.

Nor muse: Who may this singer be

Whose song about my heart is falling?

Know you by this, the lover’s chant,

‘Tis I that am your visitant.

V

Table of Contents

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair,

I hear you singing

A merry air.

My book was closed,

I read no more,

Watching the fire dance

On the floor.

I have left my book,

I have left my room,

For I heard you singing

Through the gloom.

Singing and singing

A merry air,

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair.

VI

Table of Contents

I would in that sweet bosom be

(O sweet it is and fair it is!)

Where no rude wind might visit me.

Because of sad austerities

I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart

(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)

Where only peace might be my part.

Austerities were all the sweeter

So I were ever in that heart.

VII

Table of Contents

My love is in a light attire

Among the apple-trees,

Where the gay winds do most desire

To run in companies.

There, where the gay winds stay to woo

The young leaves as they pass,

My love goes slowly, bending to

Her shadow on the grass;

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup

Over the laughing land,

My love goes lightly, holding up

Her dress with dainty hand.

VIII

Table of Contents

Who goes amid the green wood

With springtide all adorning her?

Who goes amid the merry green wood

To make it merrier?

Who passes in the sunlight

By ways that know the light footfall?

Who passes in the sweet sunlight

With mien so virginal?

The ways of all the woodland

Gleam with a soft and golden fire—

For whom does all the sunny woodland

Carry so brave attire?

O, it is for my true love

The woods their rich apparel wear—

O, it is for my own true love,

That is so young and fair.