“Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

Pomes Penyeach is a collection of thirteen short poems written by James Joyce.
“Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
Flood, p. 16
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name — her name”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
Alone, p. 18
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Loveward above the glancing oar”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba, p. 10
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“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)
“And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
Simples, p. 15
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
On The Beach At Fontana, p. 14
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
Nightpiece, p. 17
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Boor, bond of thy herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
Tilly, p. 9
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight, p. 19
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
She Weeps Over Rahoon, p. 12
Pomes Penyeach (1927)