The Irish novelist, short story writer and poet, James Joyce, is regarded as one of the most influencial authors of the 20th century. He was a pioneer of the Modernist movement, using stream of consciousness as a narrative device. His fictional universe centers on Dublin: "For myself, I always write about Dublin because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all cities in the world. In the particular is contained the universal."
She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired. Few people passed ... [+]
There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had ... [+]
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book was closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room,
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North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached ... [+]
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name–her name–
And all my soul is a
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