Ecce Puer

James Joyce

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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 gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!

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  • delorestan853

    Just read Ecce Puer and wow, it's deep stuff. Hits you right in the feels, ya know? Kinda sad but beautiful at the same time. Made me pause and think for sure.