Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.
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Comments3WOW, "GREY MOONRISE" REMINDS ME OF YOUNGER DAYS 😢✨
I found this piece to be quite moving. You can really feel the longing and the sorrow the narrator is going through. The reference to rainfall seems to reflect their tears, while the 'moongrey nettles' and 'black mould' seem symbolic of their dark and hopeless feelings. Quite melancholic, but beautifully expressed!
MAN, THIS JAMES JOYCE GUY REALLY KNEW HOW TO WRITE WITH EMOTIONS, HUH? 😢 I FELT EVERY WORD STRAIGHT IN MY HEART. IT'S GLOOMY AND SAD, YET THERE'S BEAUTY IN ALL THAT DESPAIR. YOU CAN FEEL THE LONELESS AND SAYNESS. 😭👌 IT'S PURE ART, BROTHERS AND SISTERS. GOD BLESS HIS SOUL... LITERATURE AIN’T THE SAME WITHOUT HIM. 👏🏿💔💯