O, it was out by DonnycarneyWhen the bat flew from tree to treeMy love and I did walk together;And sweet were the words she said to me.Along with us the summer windWent murmuring--O, happily!--But softer than the breath of summerWas the kiss she gave to me.
This is number XXXI from Joyce's sequence Chamber Music of 1907. It is--uh--much less adventurous than the general run of Joyce's later works, and Joyce wasn't entirely sure he shouldn't just squelch the whole thing. Joyce later wrote Nora, "When I wrote [Chamber Music], I was a lonely boy walking about by myself at night, and thinking one day a girl would love me." Nevertheless (or therefore?) I kind of like them.
Donnycarney is now suburban Dublin and seems to be best known as the home of a sports stadium. Not very romantic at all.
We're off to Ireland in a few weeks! Probably won't go see Donnycarney...
I like this poem. And I hope you have a wonderful time in Ireland! It's one of those places that sounds so amazing and that I hope I can visit someday.ReplyDelete
Thanks! We've never been. Should be fun.Delete