Alone

Hi everybody,

I am very excited about this trip.
One answer to questions you make:
Why a blog?
Why in English?
Why this title?

Alone
James Joyce (1882-1941)

The moon'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 delight,
A swoon of shame.