POEM OF THE DAY
A PAEAN TO JAMES JOYCE WITH BLOOMSDAY IN MIND
All hail James Augustine Aloysius Joyce Ireland’s scribe of rich literary voice for whom all the muses seemed to meet with consciousness streams both bitter and sweet
you were Daedalus, Hibernia’s wordsmith sublime posing as an artist as a young man your pages aglow with verbal delight
no wonder in our wild Gaelic dreams the barnacle geese of Islay and the white swans of Yeats’s Sligo seem to dance to your prose
To populate that Thursday in June you plucked storm-tossed Odysseus languishing in the wine-dark Ionian Sea deserting Penelope and her suitors on that Ithacan shore for the city of the Liffey there to join Stephen, Leopold, Buck and the boys for a day on the spree no shortage of ploys wheeling a wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels
‘slàinte mhath, slàinte mhòr’
Dublin’s Celtic and classical sights supreme
Homer’s heroes and gods at ease on St Stephen’s green
Aeolus, Hades and the great Book of Kells
Sandymount strand with Cyclops at hand
Calypso, Circe, Sirens and Scylla creatures and witches ceilidhing galore: what a maelstrom on Grafton Street as the quasi-hero quirkily quaffed Burgundy to wash down his Gorgonzola in Davy Byrne’s howff
So Bloomsday ended – a novelist’s mélange of fun and folly the final words of “Ulysses” you gave to Molly