Friday, 17 August 2007
She Weeps over Rahoon
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.
James Joyce (1913) from "Pomes Penyeach".
The statue is in Trieste, on the Canal Grande looking towards the Piazza Ponterosso, where Joyce lived.
Ezra Pound didn't like the poems, and rejected them for publication. As the Wikipedia entry puts it, rather cattily, "they are remarkable not only for their economy of language and the sharpness of their imagery, but also for their humanity and compassion – qualities which Pound perhaps found difficult to appreciate."