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

Ecce Puer

Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!

Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.

A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!

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Helllooo James Joyce! Succinct and simply full of sorrows, his own centered around a dead father... I can relate.
Good poem.............
A great poem indeed. Loved it.
'Young life is breathed'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Rebirth amid gloom, touching.
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