My Own Private Ulysses: The Bathing Bloom
“…he had proceeded towards the oriental edifice of the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in his arms the secret of the race, graven in the language of prediction.”
- Ulysses, James Joyce
The Bathing Bloom
Leopold Bloom, great drawer of water,
Watercarrier and waterlover.
The sea, his Homeric alma mater,
Warm Turkish bath is where he seeks cover.
Naked nymphs bathe above Bloom’s jingly bed.
He wonders, “Time for a bath this morning?”
Buck Mulligan bathes in the cove, instead.
While Kinch stays unbathed. His excuse? Mourning.
With Martha’s naughty letter recently read,
Bloom tells himself, “Bath a most private thing.”
Her promise to punish him bobs in his head,
And pushes him to pull his ding-a-ling.
The sight of Leopold’s limp languid flower
Another reason I stick to the shower.
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