James Joyce



                   Flood


                   Goldbrown upon the sated flood
                   The rockvine clusters lift and sway.
                   Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
                   Of sullen day.

                   A waste of waters ruthlessly
                   Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
                   Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
                   In dull disdain.

                   Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
                   Your clustered fruits to love’s full flood,
                   Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
                   Incertitude!


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