Sunday, December 14, 2008

December 14

Ecce Puer
by James Joyce

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!

1 comment:

irden juca said...

Behold the Boy!

When I translated this, I thought it would be fit using "little craddle" and "little eyes", this makes is sound so much more innocent and infant, but I see that there is a powerful message behind this. Thanks.