"duine" poems
Met skewe takke,
met 'n krom stam
en die seerste dorings
wat in my vasklou
Daar waar die bloeds
aar le vind ek jou
in die donker nag
met die skeinheilige lig
wat ons altwee verblind
En so ontmoet ons
in die rooi valende duine
met die vonke
van 'n vuur binne my.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
An bhfuil duine ar bith ag tabhairt aird orm?
Níl, táim i mo thaibhse, ag siúl gach lá
Gan duine ar bith ag rá, conas atá?
Chomh imeallaithe leis an teanga álainn atá in úsáid agam.
Ní thuigfidh daoine an dán seo.
Ní thuigeann daoine mise.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
THE BACKWARD LOOK
( for D.B. )
the blackbird
leaves me a note
pinned to the sky
that blue
beyond
blue
the tide
of the moment
turning turning
Time
like apple blossom
falling through my mind
the little boy
unable to believe
that this day is not
made of forever
and only
now
I walk back
through my self
to unpin the note
the blackbird wrote
with his voice
still pinned
to that
self same
sky
the blue so still
beyond
even its self
I, at last, able to read
the birds words
its language a secret
no longer to me
"I sing..." it says "...I sing
because all this must die!"
"I sing the moment's tide
its turning
always turning!"
It's throat
full of song
glorying in being
alive for this
one eternal
moment
***
I was reading Frank O'Connor's series of lectures on early Irish poetry ( THE BACKWARD LOOK )and listening to both Bowie's newest and an old favourite of mine LODGER. I was at the start of FANTASTIC VOYAGE when the seemingly impossible news of his death trickled through and I went to BBC to confirm that...it was not so. It was so.
A moment ago he had been singing( as he had been singing for me all these years ):
"In the event
that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion
and we never get old
Remember it's true, dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too"
I was also reading this 4 line fragment from the 9th century :
"There is one
I would wish to see again,
And give the golden world to win -
All, all, though all were vain."
"Fil duine
Frismbad buide lemm díuterc
Ara tabrainn in mbith mbuide
Uile, uile, cid díupert."
And so I wrote him this little poem....THE BACKWARD LOOK.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 3:38 PM UTC
táim óg agus tá mé sean
dá fheicthe ná rudaí a bhfeicim
páistí, cairde, clann
tá súile againn uilig
tá chroí againn uilig
tá saoirse againn uilig
tá ádh orainn
ábalta labhairt
ábalta canadh
ábalta am a caitheadh lenár teaghlaigh
níl an t-ádh ag gach duine
glac cúpla soicind
nuair atá tú ag gaire s' ag guí
glac an deas atá agat
agus cuir é in úsáid.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC