[{"node":{"title":"Greacen009","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen009","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"James Joyce","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen009","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen009_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffJames Joyce\n\nLet us recall that bitter, dogged Dubliner, Jamese Joyce,\nWhose yeasty chaos travelled Europe in his aching brain.\nTrieste, Zurich, Paris, Rome and other cities\nKnew the young exile buoyed on anger and contempt\nFor all that was provincial, meanly self-sufficing.\nA furnace blazed in his mind\u2019s core perpetually\nAnd would not give him rest from constant labour\nUntil the multi\u2014imaged soul cascaded many thousand words\nBarbed and pristine with a febrile, love-hate energy.\nSilence, exile,cunning - those sharp keys he cut\nTo unlock the obdurate gates to Europe,\nThese keys made in his Dublin prison in friend-wasted days,\nWhen Ibsen, Jonson, Hauptmann floodlit each chamber of his mind\nAnd he determined not to honour those fierce claims\nOf country, family and church: I will not serve.\nThen think of him, half-blind and penniless in European towns\nRocked by the restive daemon of creativeness,\nShowing a will inflexible against the little streets\nWith hatred in their piping, rabble voices,\nHe ceaselessly dredging an oceanic mind for images\nTo haunt our splintered century and show us to ourselves,\nCrying aloud with all the anguish of our time.\n","Type":"Text"}}]