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This is a poem I wrote in Gaelic. The english translation is at the bottom under the dotted line:
An Úll Cuannacht
Candaí agus corcairdhearg
á croch de an duillear
beannaithe
mealltach
tá an crann gcogarar
Tá ruíbín imir coirt dúl a bheith agat i
clúdach gach agus sainmhíniú thú
Geiteann do béal go fliuch
agus tá tnúth go réamhbhlas
an milis agus rúnda eolas
Ó an craobh thú stróic
faoi dheifir
Tóg thú gach greim as an úll
lióneann thú le beatha
agus druideann thú múscailte
Tá an tinteán thú
de druideann an fómhar óngarach
ar tá an úll amhail sin
seo uair as an bliain
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An Apple’s Charm
Candy and Crimson
hanging by the leaves
sacred
seductive
are the whispers of trees
Bark is enamored in a ruby hue
covering all and enrapturing you
Your mouth starts to water
and is longing to taste
the sweet and hidden knowledge
You tear it from the branch
in haste
Every bite of the apple you take
fills you with life
and draws you awake
The hearth is around you
as the harvest draws near
for the apple is like that
this time of the year
 xdemonicallyxyours13x · Thu Mar 22, 2007 @ 01:13am · 1 Comments |
