Uploaded on September 30, 2011
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is, when going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the waters’
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night I hear them flowing
To and fro.
—James Joyce
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
09.30.2023: This image doesn’t look like much, but there’s something about it that I like.