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. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
2. Chamber Music. 21. He Who Hath Glory Lost, Nor Hath
3. Chamber Music. 6. I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be
4. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
5. Chamber Music. 26. Thou Leanest to the Shell of Night

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