Chamber music by James Joyce

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love's deep slumber and from death, For lo! the trees are full of sighs Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails Where softly-burning fires appear, Making to tremble all those veils Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly, The flowery bells of morn are stirred And the wise choirs of faery Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

Gotan by Juan Gelman

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The woman was like the word never,a special charm rose up from her neck,a kind of forgetfulness where her eyes were safe,the woman settled in my left side.

Watch out watch out I'd scream watch outbut she possessed me like love, like the night,and the last signals I made that autumnsettled down quietly under the surf of her hands.

Sharp sounds exploded inside me,rage, sadness, fell down in shreds,the woman came down like a sweet rainon my bones standing in the solitude.

She left me shivering like someone condemnedand I killed myself with a quick knife-thrust,I'll spend all my death laid out with her name,it will be the last thing to move my lips.

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six

are in a room’s dark around)five

(are all dancesing singdance all are

threewith faces made of cloud dancing andthreesinging with voices made of earth and

six are in a room’s dark around)

five(six are in a room’s)one

is red

and (six are in)four are

white

(three singdance six dancesing three)all around around allcloud singing three andand three dancing earths

three menandwomen three

and all around all andall around five allaround five around)

five flowers five

(six are in a room’s dark)all five are one

flowers five flowers and all one is fire

the gradual dawn prevails like the word never six dancesing

my Soul arise like the word never six dancesing

dewy dreams like the word never six are in a room’s dark around

full of sighs like the word never

six are in a room’s dark around