James Joyce (Ulysses)—Across the sands of all the world…

“Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun’s flaming sword, to the west, to evening lands. She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in her wake. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, oinopa ponton, a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te veniet. He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth’s kiss.”

~James Joyce, Ulysses




  1. Ah my dear Joyce… such a big fan of his literature. Been working my way through Ulysses with utter enjoyment. Been writing on his work also, just check the Books/Writing – Literature Ireland section on ireland-ms.com


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