“The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.”

—  James Joyce , book Pomes Penyeach

Tutto E Sciolto, p. 13
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

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Irish novelist and poet 1882–1941

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