To D./L.L., M'Oddy, M.B., M.W., D.K., J/G.B., E.M., L/M.S., Paul I, R.C., K.O., S. Loucks & Grrl, et.ilk. :)
At that hour when all things have repose Because your voice was at my side Bid adieu to girlish days Bright cap and streamers
Dear Heart, why will you use me so? From dewy dreams, my soul, arise Go seek her out all courteously I hear an army charging upon the land
In the dark pine-wood I would in that sweet bosom be Lean out of the window My dove, my beautiful one
My love is in a light attire Strings in the earth and air The twilight turns from amethyst This heart that flutters near my heart
Thou leanest to the shell of night What counsel has the hooded moon When the shy star goes forth in heaven Who goes amid the green wood
Winds of May . . .
With this Found Poem created by yours truly, we @ "In Other Words" join The Walrus, The New Yorker, Jacket Copy, the inimitable Frank Wilson's Books, Inq., Vanity Fair, Open Book Toronto, The Poetry Foundation, Quill & Quire, Dr. Mary Beard's A Don's Life, The Irish Times, The Straight, Poetry Ireland, et so forthia in generous celebration of Bloomsday all over this incomparable planet. Some of our aforementioned links may not contain any obvious reference to James Joyce; however, each deserves closer inspection. For that reason alone, I plug, I promo and shamelessly salute a couple or few lit-links guaranteed to send YOU over the moon, too.
Although it changes moment by moment, I believe these are, right now, my favourite lines from Ulysses:
"Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your domination. I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I stand, so to speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the general postoffice of human life." (Joyce, Chapter 15, "Circe," Ulysses) . . .
Swoon . . . Habby Bloomsday (or name that "alassly" courteous June-Moon tune :)) . . .