James Joyce (Джеймс Джойс)

A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight

They mouth love’s language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love’s breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat’s breath,
Harsh of tongue.

This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
Dire hunger holds his hour.
Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.
Pluck and devour!

1. Chamber Music. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
2. Chamber Music. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go
3. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
4. Chamber Music. 22. Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
5. Chamber Music. 4. When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven

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