Poem
Aifric Mac Aodha
The Norman Keep
We know how to fall in linewith laws, language and habits.
Within the keep the tiny
window conjures expanses:
a wide-ranging view to take in
while you stay well out of reach.
I came on a badger out walking,
convulsed in its rigor mortis.
Today it was part of the wisdom
that lingers for all who pass.
An Caisleán Normannach
An Caisleán Normannach
Tuigeann an duine conas titim isteachLe dlíthe, teanga agus nósanna.
Sa chaisleán istigh,
Admhaíonn fuinneogín a leithead.
Agatsa raon na tíre,
Gan radharc ort ag éinneach.
Thánac ar bhroc is tú ar shiúl,
An corp faoi rigor mortis.
Ba den chríonnacht í inniu, a chuid
Nach rachainn á thaispeáint duit.
© 2010, Aifric Mac Aodha
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle
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The Norman Keep
We know how to fall in linewith laws, language and habits.
Within the keep the tiny
window conjures expanses:
a wide-ranging view to take in
while you stay well out of reach.
I came on a badger out walking,
convulsed in its rigor mortis.
Today it was part of the wisdom
that lingers for all who pass.
From: Gabháil Syrinx
The Norman Keep
We know how to fall in linewith laws, language and habits.
Within the keep the tiny
window conjures expanses:
a wide-ranging view to take in
while you stay well out of reach.
I came on a badger out walking,
convulsed in its rigor mortis.
Today it was part of the wisdom
that lingers for all who pass.
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