James Joyce - Pomes Penyeach

Pomes Penyeach

James Joyce Pomes Penyeach   Traduzione-By © SpaziDigitali *** Tilly He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they know, He drives his beasts above Cabra. The voice tells them home is warm. They moo and make brute music with their hoofs. He drives…