by joetwo

Before I start a quick confession I read through Ulysses but did not understand a bleeding word of it nevertheless I like the idea of Bloomsday it is an awful lot of fun.

Relive that day
A mid-June sun rises
Upon packed Dublin streets
The sleepy martello tower
It is the second city of the empire
And here wanders Leopold Bloom
On his own odyssey
With many others, now immortalized
The artist, the citizen, Molly, Dignam
Frozen from that day in print
In the tangled webs of Joycean language
And revived on that eternally memorialised date
Honoured as is the artist himself
On the day named for our own Odysseus
Bloom of Eccles street