Bloomsday

I
I had a sandwich there
And read the window and bronze plaque
but it was not Gorgonzola.

II
I passed the siren's tavern
which I did not see and crossed
quietly over the placid Liffey.

III
You would have laughed to see
my thrill at finding old Tommy Moore
and his once-urinal.

IV
Out past Dun Laoghaire
where the chill North Sea meets
the Forty Foot--the Martello Tower.

V
James Joyce hopscotched
every brick in Dublin to celebrate
the date of his love.

VI
Sirens and Cyclopes and Wandering Rocks all for a beer and some cheese.

VII
Breakfast kidneys and
chemist and Leopold leaves
Molly abed.

VIII
he thinks fine day for
a funeral even if I
flee and find my father.

XI
A fine edifice and fancy
facade for mothering maters
about to bear.

X
Ah rejoyce and rejoyce
again that we readjoyce for
doubling our Dublin.

XI
While just inside Stephen proves
by algebra he is the ghost of his own father,
Leopold loses it for a moment.

XII
And a toast to the place
In Paris that gave
the world Joyce's Dublin.


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