Gedicht
Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
A Matter of Some Regret
No, I’m not so depressedAs to stay
Under the duvet
All day
That would be an exaggeration
It’s just that
My eye
Gladdened at the sight of you,
Stranger,
Left behind
Last night
And this morning
There’s a taste of stout
And regret
In my mouth.
© Translation: 2008, Gabriel Rosenstock
From: Not previously published in book form
From: Not previously published in book form
Áiféilín
Áiféilín
Nílim chomh duaircgo bhfanfainn
fén duvet
ar feadh an lae
sin áibhéil.
Níl ann ach gur
thug mo shúil
taithneamh éigin duit,
a stróinséir
is gur fhágas
im dhiaidh tú
oíche aréir
agus go bhfuil
blas pórtair
is áiféala
im’ bhéal
ar maidin.
© 2008, Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
From: Péacadh
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
From: Péacadh
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
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Áiféilín
Nílim chomh duaircgo bhfanfainn
fén duvet
ar feadh an lae
sin áibhéil.
Níl ann ach gur
thug mo shúil
taithneamh éigin duit,
a stróinséir
is gur fhágas
im dhiaidh tú
oíche aréir
agus go bhfuil
blas pórtair
is áiféala
im’ bhéal
ar maidin.
From: Péacadh
A Matter of Some Regret
No, I’m not so depressedAs to stay
Under the duvet
All day
That would be an exaggeration
It’s just that
My eye
Gladdened at the sight of you,
Stranger,
Left behind
Last night
And this morning
There’s a taste of stout
And regret
In my mouth.
© 2008, Gabriel Rosenstock
From: Not previously published in book form
From: Not previously published in book form
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