BLOOMSDAY SOCIETY. bloomsdaysociety@gmail.com: octubre 2016

viernes, 28 de octubre de 2016

Poem Come Gather Round Me Parnellites William Butler Yeats

Parnell's Funeral by William Butler Yeats

Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown
About the sky; where that is clear of cloud
Brightness remains; a brighter star shoots down;
What shudders run through all that animal blood?
What is this sacrifice? Can someone there
Recall the Cretan barb that pierced a star?

Rich foliage that the starlight glittered through,
A frenzied crowd, and where the branches sprang
A beautiful seated boy; a sacred bow;
A woman, and an arrow on a string;
A pierced boy, image of a star laid low.
That woman, the Great Mother imaging,
Cut out his heart. Some master of design
Stamped boy and tree upon Sicilian coin.

An age is the reversal of an age:
When strangers murdered Emmet, Fitzgerald, Tone,
We lived like men that watch a painted stage.
What matter for the scene, the scene once gone:
It had not touched our lives. But popular rage,
Hysterica passio dragged this quarry down.
None shared our guilt; nor did we play a part
Upon a painted stage when we devoured his heart.

Come, fix upon me that accusing eye.
I thirst for accusation. All that was sung.
All that was said in Ireland is a lie
Bred out of the c-ontagion of the throng,
Saving the rhyme rats hear before they die.
Leave nothing but the nothingS that belong
To this bare soul, let all men judge that can
Whether it be an animal or a man.

II

The rest I pass, one sentence I unsay.
Had de Valera eaten parnell's heart
No loose-lipped demagogue had won the day.
No civil rancour torn the land apart.

Had Cosgrave eaten parnell's heart, the land's
Imagination had been satisfied,
Or lacking that, government in such hands.
O'Higgins its sole statesman had not died.

Had even O'Duffy - but I name no more -
Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift's clark grove he passed, and there
plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye · The Irish Rovers (English lyrics // español le...

The Irish Rovers- Johnny I hardly knew ye. Ultan Cronin sang it last Wednesday. A great success.

Drunken Sailer - Irish Rovers

martes, 25 de octubre de 2016

PATER ET FILIUS. Eumaeus.

Ayer tuvo lugar en nuestra ciudad un feliz acontecimiento por todos esperado: la consumación del proceso de adopción de Stephen Dedalus por el Sr. Leopoldo Bloom. Era de todo Dublín conocido el interés que el voluntarioso y paciente Sr. Bloom había mostrado desde hacía tiempo por el prometedor joven, por lo que es general la alegría que la feliz culminación del proceso ha despertado.

Sin ocultar la dureza de las pruebas a que ha debido enfrentarse la operación, debe hacerse notar que ninguna de ellas ha desanimado al protector del joven Stephen. Dicho en otras palabras, ninguna ha conseguido torcer su férrea voluntad. No exageramos si decimos que solo un hombre de las cualidades del Sr. Bloom podía haber superado los escollos que, cual Escila y Caribdis, jalonaban el camino, pero helos ahí, superados por el tesón y la paciencia de nuestro amable publicista.

En su nueva condición de padre adoptivo, el Sr. Bloom ha acometido con prontitud y como la primera de sus obligaciones la de educar, con cariño no exento de firmeza, a su protegido, previniéndole contra los peligros del vicio, en general, y de la bebida, las malas mujeres, los amigos infieles, el derroche del talento y la disipación de las costumbres, en particular. Auguramos a ambos el mayor de los éxitos en esta nueva etapa de su vida.

By Hispaniola