(2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)


The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

by James Joyce

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In pleasant times one can recall their soul mate & feel their presence. Nice poem
Help me to understand this poem, please..
(Alone - Poem by James Joyce.) **Aloneness causes strange doings.
please i need analyis about alone by james joys