Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful — - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.
And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow — -
But you, dear love, too dear to me,
Alas! why will you use me so?
Notes
This is the 29th poem out of a set of 36 that made up Joyce's first published work (Chamber Music 1907) It was this book that got him into the Imagist Anthology and so earned him the support of Eliot and Pound who publicized his later works.
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Perfect!
He is one of those unique, great and Perfect poet with great *P*
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Woah!!!!! Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful!!! Such originality and power packed into 3 stanzas... that's apparently all you need for you certainly did get the message across, thanks sooooo much for sharing this beautiful poem.
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