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Caitríona Ní Chléirchín

A Branch-like Flame

A branch-like flame
runs through me
when I am with you
I can’t breathe
Lips swell
like buds
I become blind
– confused –
lost
in a trance
a swoon
in vain
I try
to extinguish
this quick pulse:
A branch-like flame
through an oat field.

Craobhlasair

Craobhlasair

Ritheann craobhlasair tríom
taobh leat
ní thig liom análú
mo bheola ag at
mar bhachlóga
Éirím dall
– Mearbhall –
Mé ar seachrán
i dtámhnéal
– aisnéal –
Is in aisce
a dhéanaim
iarracht an chuisle mhear seo
a mhúchadh:
Craobhlasair a ghabhann trí ghort coirce.
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A Branch-like Flame

A branch-like flame
runs through me
when I am with you
I can’t breathe
Lips swell
like buds
I become blind
– confused –
lost
in a trance
a swoon
in vain
I try
to extinguish
this quick pulse:
A branch-like flame
through an oat field.

A Branch-like Flame

A branch-like flame
runs through me
when I am with you
I can’t breathe
Lips swell
like buds
I become blind
– confused –
lost
in a trance
a swoon
in vain
I try
to extinguish
this quick pulse:
A branch-like flame
through an oat field.
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