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| Gliogáil le méadú: |
Tá sampla as an leabhar ar an mblag - anseo:
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| Sceirí cois Cósta le Caspar David Freidrich |
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Once By the Coast the sasquatch dreamed he had found another: one with whom his race would continue he awoke rocks they were in the sea bare reefs |
Tráth Cois Cósta taibhríodh don sasquatch go raibh neach aimsithe aige: an té lena mbuanódh sé a chine dhúisigh sé ní raibh iontu ach carraigeacha san fharraige sceirí loma |
| When He Looked in the Window the sasquatch saw a creature seated on a chair feet up reading a newspaper smoke coming out of his mouth a glass of blood beside him |
Nuair a d'Fhéach Sé an Fhuinneog Isteach chonaic an sasquatch neach ina shuí i gcathaoir a chosa in airde aige nuachtán á léamh aige gal ag teacht amach as a bhéal gloine fola taobh leis |
| Somewhere out there in the mountain meadow warmed by the sun father lies stone dead by now |
Áit Éigin amuigh ansin sa mhóinéar sléibhe á théamh ag an ngrian a luíonn a athair chomh marbh le hart faoin dtráth seo |
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| Íomhá le David Alan Moug |
| Gealach Dheirceach Cé atá á hithe? Cé atá á hithe? Cé atá ag ithe na gealaí? |
Crescent Moon Who is eating it? Who is eating it? Who is eating the moon? |
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| Íomhá le Neill McIntosh via Wikimedia |
| Wolves they hunted him for more than an hour but he knew places they could never dream of saw their dreams before they were formed |
| Faolchúnna bhíodar breis is uair an chloig á sheilg ach b'fheasach dósan áiteanna nár taibhríodh riamh dóibh fios a dtaibhreamh aige |
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| (c) Gary Halvorson, Oregon State Archives |
| Tostanna Gorma Néalta ag gluaiseacht na huiscí gorma glé anonn á tharraingt i gcéin amach as an saol amach as féin i gcéin isteach sna tostanna gorma tostanna a shíneann thar thostanna níos goirme fós go dtí an pointe briste lasair ghorm a anama ag rince san uisce sa spéir | Blue Silences Clouds moving across clear blue waters drawing him away out of this world out of himself away into blue silences silences stretching over silences bluer still stretching to breaking point his spirit's blue flame dancing in the waters in the sky |
| The Final Darkness for a long time the sasquatch stares at the dying sun then hurries back to the woods all night he wonders is this it the final darkness |
An Dorchadas Deiridh ar feadh tamaill fhada stánann an sasquatch ar an ngrian ag éag is brostaíonn ansin ar ais chun na coille is é ag déanamh iontais ar feadh na hoíche an é seo é an dorchadas deiridh |