Ecce Puer

The writings of Joyce are often thought of as difficult to comprehend – and are thus lost to many.

What could be more simple and touching than this tribute to his father passed on, and the birth of his grandson?

Of the dark past

A child is born.

With joy and grief

My heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle

The living lies.

May love and mercy

Unclose his eyes!


Young life is breathed

On the glass:

The world that was not

Comes to pass.


A child is sleeping;

An old man is gone.

O, father forsaken,

Forgive your son.

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