RHYMES AND REASONS

"Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed the same, looking the same, two by two.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . la tua pace
. . . . . . . . . . . che parlar ti piace
. . . . mentrechè il vento, come fa, si tace

He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in russet, entwining, per l'aer perso in mauve, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, in gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fe piu ardenti. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb."

Ulysses
James Joyce
1922