Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MEMORY OF THE PLAYERS IN A MIRROR AT MIDNIGHT, by JAMES JOYCE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: They mouth love's language. Gnash Last Line: Pluck and devour! | ||||||||
They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh. Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung, As sour as cat's breath, Harsh of tongue. This grey that stares Lies not, stark skin and bone. Leave greasy lips their kissing. None Will choose her what you see to mouth upon. Dire hunger holds his hour. Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears. Pluck and devour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 10 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 29 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 6 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 12 by JAMES JOYCE |
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