Sunday, March 25, 2007

Crummy

Does anyone else think James Joyce is a mediocre poet? Or am I missing something?

Bahnhofstrasse

The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day,
Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.
Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again
Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know
The signs that mock me as I go.

(from Pomes Penyeach)

1 comment:

Rose said...

Maybe it's meant to be set to music. I think he was a better lyricist than poet.