James Joyce

 

Avelaval: the last lines of Finnegans Wake in poetic form

So.

Avelaval.

My leaves have drifted from me.

All.

        But one clings still.

        I‘ll bear it on me.

        To remind me of.  Lff!

So soft this morning, ours. Yes.

Carry me along, taddy,

        like you done through the toy fair!

If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings

        like he‘d come from Arkangels,

I sink I‘d die down over his feet,

        humbly dumbly, only to washup.

Yes, tid. There‘s where. First.

We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish!

A gull. Gulls.

        Far calls. Coming, far! End here.

        Us then. Finn, again!

Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee!

        Till thous-

endsthee. Lps.

The keys to. Given!

        A way a lone a last a loved a long the

 

The Original:

So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I‘ll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he‘d come from Arkangels, I sink I‘d die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There‘s where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-endsthee. Lps. The keys to . Given ! A way a lone a last a loved a long the

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