Flood
by James Joyce
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.
Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love’s full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Incertitude!
Tobias Tovera, Efflorescence (Florecimiento), 2017. Cortesía del artista.
James Joyce was an Irish writer and poet. He is considered one of the most important figures in literature of the 20th Century.
Taken from Public Domain Poetry
Ode to Solitude
by Alexander Pope
Tobias Tovera, Pluton (Plutón), 2015. Cortesía del artista. .
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
James Joyce was an Irish writer and poet. He is considered one of the most important figures in literature of the 20th Century.
Taken from Public Domain Poetry
