Acum 2 zile s-au implinit 69 de ani de la moartea marelui scriitor James Joyce. Cum el mi-a influentat o foarte mare parte din gandirea pe care o am acum, o sa ii dedic acest post.
WHAT COUNSEL HAS THE HOODED MOON
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet–
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?
Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes,
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume,
Arches on soaring arches,
Night’s sindark nave.
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
And long and loud,
To night’s nave upsoaring,
A starknell tolls
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.
WINDS OF MAY
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere?
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!