James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Nightpiece


Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Enshrouded, wave.
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume,
Arches on soaring arches,
Night’s sindark nave.

Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
Her thurible.

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.

James Joyce’s other poems:

  1. Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night
  2. Tutto
  3. Simples
  4. Chamber Music. 28. Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
  5. Chamber Music. 12. What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon

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