by
James Joyce (1882 - 1941)
A memory of the players in a mirror at midnight
Language: English
They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat's breath,
Harsh of tongue.
This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
Dire hunger holds his hour.
Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.
Pluck and devour!
First published in
Poesia, April 1920
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by David Del Tredici (1937 - 2023), "A memory of the players in a mirror at midnight", 1965 [ soprano, mezzo-soprano or counter-tenor, and instrumental ensemble ], from Night Conjure-Verse, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by (Aynsley) Eugene Goossens, Sir (1893 - 1962), "A memory of the players in a mirror at midnight", op. 49 (Two Songs) no. 1 (1930), published 1933, first performed 1932 [ voice and piano ], from The Joyce Book, no. 11 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Donald James Martino (1931 - 2005), "A memory of the players in a mirror at midnight", published 1970 [ soprano, bass, or tenor and piano ], from Three songs, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Un souvenir des acteurs dans un miroir à minuit", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 14
Word count: 82
Un souvenir des acteurs dans un miroir à minuit
Language: French (Français) after the English
Ils font semblant de parler la langue de l'amour. Grincement
Des treize dents,
Sourire de mâchoires maigres. Fouette
Ta démangeaison et ta reculade, gloutonnerie nue de la chair.
Le souffle de l'amour en toi est éventé, parlé ou chanté,
Aussi aigre que l'haleine d'un chat,
Râpeux que sa langue.
Ce gris qui regarde
Ne ment pas, peau morne et os.
Laisse aux lèvres grasses leurs baisers. Personne
Ne la choisira pour poser la bouche sur ce que tu vois.
La faim extrême tient son heure.
Arrache ton cœur, sang salé, fruit de larmes.
Arrache et dévore !
Text Authorship:
- Translation from English to French (Français) copyright © 2009 by Guy Laffaille, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in English by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), "A memory of the players in a mirror at midnight", written 1917, appears in Pomes Penyeach, no. 11
This text was added to the website: 2009-11-09
Line count: 14
Word count: 97