Saturday, June 12, 2010

All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters

This rope needs a wash. Sullivans Cove, April 2010.

James Joyce was a wonderful writer. He pushed boundaries. He upset people. He was a bad husband. He loved farts. He wrote poems. Here is one.
All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters, James Joyce

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

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.


Kitty said...

I tried reading something like Ulysses or Portrait of an Artist once and was thoroughly flummoxed. It was one of the rare times I've 'given up' on a book.

nice macro

Kris said...

Ulysses is a goer, Portrait a little trickier...