James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

Flood

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!

1. Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba
2. Chamber Music. 33. Now, O Now, in This Brown Land
3. Chamber Music. 4. When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven
4. Chamber Music. 13. Go Seek Her Out All Courteously
5. Lament for the Yeomen

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