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James Augustine Alosius Joyce
1882 -1941


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On the Beach at Fontana
I hear an army charging upon the land


On the Beach at Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone.
From whining wind and colder
Grey sea I wrap him warm
And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder
And boyish arm.
Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
And in my heart how deep unending
Ache of love!


I hear an army charging upon the land,
I see the horses plunging, foam at their knees,
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry into the night their battle name,
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
Cleaving the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame
Clanging, clanging upon my heart as upon an anvil.

They are shaking in triumph their long green hair,
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore...
Oh, my heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
Oh, my love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?


James Joyce Centre - official site.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Ulysses - the text.
Ulysses for Dummies - Embarrassed that you didn't read Ulysses back when you were an English major in college? Check out this simple illustrated version.


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