Late For Bloomsday

Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which boggled Bloom a bit:

Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
Tun die Poeten dichten
.

These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Bloom, nodding, said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means, which he did.
 

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1 Response to “Late For Bloomsday”


  1. 1 dennie mike July 23, 2009 at 12:35 pm

    danger on the rocks is surely past
    yet i remain tied to the mast
    could it be that i have found my home at last
    home at last.

    steely dan.


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