J is for…
We’re leaving behind I & heading for J on our quest towards Z, down the long path that is poets-alphabetized. J beckons he who is called James Joyce, a man who also happened to wax poem & poetical. Last stanzas are difficult, woeful things. Let’s here how another one of the masters handled it. This one is from, “A Prayer.”
Together, folded by the night, they lay on earth. I hear
From far her low word breathe on my breaking brain.
Come! I yield. Bend deeper upon me! I am here.
Subduer, do not leave me! Only joy, only anguish,
Take me, save me, soothe me, O spare me!