Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?

γραμμα απο το Δουβλινο με το ποιημα του James Joyce
Στους δρομους του Δουβλινου συνανταμε τη μορφη του εδω κι εκει
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.
And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow -- -
But you, dear love, too dear to me,
Alas! why will you use me so?

The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue. James Joyce