I Dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens, --
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift, --
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
I was so dead I wondered at no thing, .....
Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
By James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful – but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Señor, matadme, si queréis.
(Pero, señor, ¡no me matéis!)
Señor dios, por el sol sonoro,
por la mariposa de oro,
por la rosa con el lucero,
los corretines del sendero,
por el pecho del ruiseñor,
por los naranjales en flor,
.....
Crying cranes and wheeling crows...
I'll remember them, " she said;
And I will be your own, God knows,
And the sin be on my head.
I will be your own and glad;
Lovers would be fools to care
How a thing is good or bad,
When the .....
The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life.
The week is dealt out like a hand
That children pick up card by card.
One keeps getting the same hand.
One keeps getting the same card.
But twice a day -- except on Saturday --
The wheel stops, there is a .....