Chamber Music (The Original Edition of 34 Poems) E-Book

James Joyce

• Herausgeber: e-artnow
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

This carefully crafted ebook: "Chamber Music (The Original Edition of 34 Poems)" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Chamber Music is a collection of poems by James Joyce, published by Elkin Matthews in May, 1907. The collection originally comprised thirty-four love poems, but two further poems were added before publication ("All day I hear the noise of waters" and "I hear an army charging upon the land"). James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist and poet, considered to be one of the most influential writers in the modernist avant-garde of the early 20th century. Joyce is best known for Ulysses (1922), a landmark work in which the episodes of Homer's Odyssey are paralleled in an array of contrasting literary styles, perhaps most prominent among these the stream of consciousness technique he perfected. Other major works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939). His complete oeuvre also includes three books of poetry, a play, occasional journalism, and his published letters.

Leseprobe

James Joyce

Chamber Music (The Original Edition of 34 Poems)

e-artnow, 2013

ISBN 978-80-7484-331-0 

Cover:

La Trieste de Magris. Exhibit about the Trieste of Claudio Magris, shown at CCCB during 2011 James Joyce

Table of Content

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I

Strings in the earth and air

Make music sweet; Strings by the river where

The willows meet.

There’s music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle,

Dark leaves on his hair.

All softly playing,

With head to the music bent, And fingers straying

Upon an instrument.

II

The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue.

The old piano plays an air,

Sedate and slow and gay; She bends upon the yellow keys, Her head inclines this way.

Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands That wander as they list— The twilight turns to darker blue With lights of amethyst.

III

At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind and the sighs Of harps playing unto Love to unclose The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone Awake to hear the sweet harps play To Love before him on his way, And the night wind answering in antiphon Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, Whose way in heaven is aglow At that hour when soft lights come and go, Soft sweet music in the air above And in the earth below.

IV

When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate.

His song is softer than the dew And he is come to visit you.

O bend no more in revery

When he at eventide is calling.

Nor muse: Who may this singer be Whose song about my heart is falling?

Know you by this, the lover’s chant, ‘Tis I that am your visitant.

V

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair,

I hear you singing

A merry air.

My book was closed,

I read no more, Watching the fire dance

On the floor.

I have left my book,

I have left my room, For I heard you singing

Through the gloom.

Singing and singing

A merry air,

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair.

VI

I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me.

Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) Where only peace might be my part.

Austerities were all the sweeter So I were ever in that heart.

VII

My love is in a light attire

Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in companies.

There, where the gay winds stay to woo The young leaves as they pass, My love goes slowly, bending to Her shadow on the grass;

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup Over the laughing land, My love goes lightly, holding up Her dress with dainty hand.

VIII

Who goes amid the green wood

With springtide all adorning her?

Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier?

Who passes in the sunlight

By ways that know the light footfall?

Who passes in the sweet sunlight With mien so virginal?