Bloomsday! (a little late)

Bloomsday was actually two days ago, June 16th. But alas, the days keep coming. So it shouldn't matter. In college, I took an entire class devoted to 'Ulysses'. Since I am reminiscing and being literary these days, I had a pint of Guinness to mark the occasion. It was nice weather so I sat outside, and ate part of my friend's salad out on the patio of at a casual spot off the waterfront that reminded me of California. Sadly, today's weather is rainy and cool - but perfect for more writing. I saw this on the New York Review of Books website and decided that I needed to share, to let the world know, even if it is very late (I believe the poem is actually titled "James Joyce" by Borges):

In a man’s single day are all the days
of time from that unimaginable
first day, when a terrible God marked out
the days and agonies, to that other,
when the ubiquitous flow of earthly
time goes back to its source, Eternity,
and flickers out in the present, the past,
and the future—what now belongs to me.
Between dawn and dark lies the history
of the world. From the vault of night I see
at my feet the wanderings of the Jew,
Carthage put to the sword, Heaven and Hell.
Grant me, O Lord, the courage and the joy
to ascend to the summit of this day.