Joyce

Eachtrannaigh is mó a chuireann spéis in James Joyce a deir Robert Gogan, duine den bheagán Éireannach a bhí amuigh faoin ngréin an tseachtain seo anuraidh agus Bloomsday á cheiliúradh acu. Tá seó scríofa ag Robert bunaithe ar Ulysses agus seo sliocht as:

Lean out of the window (James Joyce)/Tar go dtí an fhuinneog

File: James Joyce Cumadóir: Syd Barrett

Lean out of the window,     Goldenhair, I heard you singing     A merry air. My book is closed;     I read no more, Watching the fire dance     On the floor. I have left my book,     I have left my room, For I heard you singing     Through the gloom, Singing and singing     A merry air. Lean out of the window,     Goldenhair.

Tar go dtí an fhuinneog Tar go dtí an fhuinneog     ‘Niamh Chinn Óir. Chuala tú ’canadh     I do bhinnghlór. Dhúnas an leabhar.     Ní léim níos mó. Breathnaím ar lasracha     Ó óró. D’fhágas an leabhar.     Is an seomra d’fhág Mar chuala mé amhrán     Tríd an scáil. Ag canadh os ard     I do bhinnghlór. Tar go dtí an fhuinneog     ’Niamh Chinn Óir.

All day I hear the noise of waters / An lá ar fad is clos dom uiscí

File: James Joyce Cumadóir: Bernard Rands

All day I hear the noise of waters   Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is, when going   Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the waters'   Monotone.   The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing   Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters   Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing   To and fro.

An lá ar fad is clos dom uiscí   ’Olagón, Uaigneach mar éan mara ag eitilt   Mo bhrón, Ag éisteacht le géarghuth na gaoithe   Och ochón.   An ghaoth ghlas, an ghaoth fhuar ag séideadh   I mo threo. Is clos dom uiscí fuara is iad   Ag imeacht leo. An lá ar fad, ar feadh na hoíche   Is go deo.