i.m. Paul Leon
"`He was courteous but very silent. He was good with children. His eyesight may have been impaired, but he had an ear open to the world." This is how Alex Leon recalls James Joyce, who, between 1928 and 1939 was an almost daily visitor to his family's flat on the rue Casimir-Perier in Paris. Joyce came to consult with Alex's father, Paul Leon..." 'The Irish Times', Thu, Oct 29, 1998
A way, a lone, a last, a loved
Paul Léon was murdered in 1942,
In Auschwitz concentration camp,
A Jew, he was Joyce’s friend,
The Joyce of Dublin & Galway,
Trieste, Zurich & Paris
And, off course, Anna L’Liffey,
She who riverrun on & on,
Even till the Finnegans’ wake.
Joyce lived in Paris for twenty years
He was so poor but everytime he had money
He always paid for everyone in every bar,
Every taxi, every restaurant.
Paul Léon heard Joyce’s leery voice
As he drank his white wine
On his day of Atonement.
And, like Molly,
Faithful sorry you was
At the ten year break
Between you two.
He returned to Paris
To sort out Joyce’s papers,
After he was dead,
And the Gestapo arrested you in ‘42:
You ended your life
Of that other dangerous, murdered Jew.