A collection of small, beautiful poems written by James Joyce, a master of the English language. Lyrically charming love tales with an air of melancholy, as if it were from a young man with the common feeling that he will never find love - in fact, that's exactly what it is: "When I wrote [Chamber Music], I was a lonely boy, walking about by myself at night and thinking that one day a girl would love me."The last poem in particular is just simply wonderful; indeed, Yeats called it a "technical a...

My favorite: XXVIII "... Sing about the long deep sleepOf lovers that are dead, and howIn the grave all love shall sleep:Love is aweary now."

Meet James Joyce, The Poet. Sipping the morning coffee, you can soak in the simplicity of his prose and feel the warm coffee for a few seconds more. There is no need to either refer a dictionary to get meanings of complicated words or meander deep between the lines to catch a hidden message. The verses are without the excess of metaphors and the shine of verbose portmanteaus. But they do usher in, the spring of life. The playfulness of heart, in its pristine beauty, is captured in this beautiful...

XVIIBecause your voice was at my sideI gave him pain,Because within my hand I heldYour hand again.There is no word nor any signCan make amend ----He is a stranger to me nowWho was my friend.

James Joyce is a one-hit wonder. With Ulysses, he set an impossibly high bar for future authors, but everything else he wrote is way less impressive. The language in Finnegans Wake can be pretty irritating and it's too much work for the payout you get. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Dubliners are good books in no small part because of their relation to Ulysses. His one play, Exiles, tries too hard to be a tribute to Ibsen and I can't imagine anyone paying money to see it performed o...

Joyce's early poetry is more in mode of Stephen Dedalus than in his own style, and is charmingly musical although not to my taste. Winds of May is my favourite poem here, and if you've ever wanted to hear a Russian low-fi techno rendition of Joyce, I have just the song for you.

I“Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet.There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair.All softly playing, With head to the music bent, And fingers straying“Early Joyce's poetry has a dream-like atmosphere of hopeful and playful young naive love. This a completely different side of Joyce, lacking the density and intertextuality of his other works, as the simplicity and freshness of ver...

Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,Still are you beautiful—but O, How is your beauty raimented!Through the clear mirror of your eyes, Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,Desolate winds assail with cries The shadowy garden where love is.And soon shall love dissolved be When over us the wild winds blow—But you, dear love, too dear to me, Alas! why will you use me so?

Believe it or not, James Joyce's collection of poems contains some of the easiest, simple works of poetry I have ever read! While this may be surprising (this is the guy that wrote an entire pun filled book destroying and combining words to create objectively the most challenging work of English literature by far...and he made it last over six hundred pages...and it doesn't have a clear story at all in the first place...), it's certainly not a bad thing. Joyce takes advantage of the simplicity o...

Lovely collection, only knocking off one star because not all the poems were to my taste- still written beautifully just personal preference. My favourites are probably V (but that might just be because I’m ginger), XXIII, XXX and XXXI (Joyce knows know to end a poem wow) but my absolute favourite is definitely XX: never wanted to be in an enaisled pine-wood so badly. Reading that poem feels soft and reminds me of some sweet microcosm of love.

I must hesitantly admit that the biggest gap in my appreciation of literature is poetry. For all I know, the poems collected under the title of CHAMBER MUSIC may be the greatest ever written. From my perspective, they were fine ... but only one stayed with me (the discovery of a Love’s betrayal with a friend). In general, I enjoy story poems the most. Even with elaborate language, I want to be drawn into a narrative. Poems that attempt to re-create a strong emotion in the Reader from setting or

XVIII O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover's tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to. But one unto him Will softly move And softly woo him In ways of love. His hand is under Her smooth round breast; So he who has sorrow Shall have rest.

This is part of my 2020 Pandemic Project: using poets' repetitions to make something i call repoesy for lack of a better name.the year calling lightly -Come follow-knocking ]Arise AriseArise[clanging >>Welladay<<deny combing )Adieu(comb out "Sleep now, O my love"++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++if you want to make your own...++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++welladaycome followadieuarisearisearisecallingdenycombingcomb outlightlyknockingthe yearsleep now Oclangingmy love

Well, now I know why Joyce isn’t known for his poetry, I guess? Like, it’s fine. It’s not terribly hard to understand, it reads rather nicely. It’s fine. But it’s also full of repetition and it doesn’t feel like it’s actually going anywhere. It felt a bit teenage boy, tbh, all love and nature nonsense.

Be not sad because all menPrefer a lying clamour before you:Sweetheart, be at peace again - Can they dishonour you?They are sadder than all tears;Their lives ascend as a continual sigh. Proudly answer to their tears:As they deny, deny.

There's music along the riverFor Love wanders thereO lonely watcher of the skiesDo you hear the night wind and sighsOne who is singing by your gateHis song is softer than the dewMy love goes slowly, bending toHer shadow on the grassLove is unhappy when love is awayA music of sighs: Arise, ariseFrom dewy dreams, my soul, ariseThe trees are full of sighsHe who has sorrow Shall have restRains has all the dayThe leaves lie thick upon the wayOf memoriesAll around our lonelinessThe wind is whistling m...

These are really good poems, mostly in a very simplistic (I know that sounds crazy -it's James Joyce) lyrical way. Many of these poems have had music added and have been turned into songs. (My brother is a classical singer and actually performs three from this collection.) I picture these being somewhat like the word turned out by a young Stephen Dedalus between A Portrait and Ulysses. II think that to really enjoy this, one must enjoy Joyce and poetry, which puts you in a very small minority. I...

Due to the exquisite beauty of the first poem and great talent shown in the last, I was almost ready to give 5 stars, but some really poor poetry in between - so it's only 4.

A perfectly average collection of poems that recalls Wordsworth and early Blake, though not as good as these two unfortunately. Probably it just serves as a curiosity for Joyce's enthusiasts.

There were a few good poems that a remember but the only thing that I got from this book was that now I know that I'm not a fan of poetry.