All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
Notes
This is the 35th 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.
JS
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poignant
i don't read much joyce, mostly because i've perceived him to be this dense, complex, impenetrable writer. but this poem is simple, and by its simplicity it accomplishes great poignancy. -
This siis really good. Great poem really!!
Fabulous write and this deserves the advertisement it has gotten.
Cassandra -
Beautiful - especially the first verse with the comparison of the water to the lonesome bird.
Moses
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