Showing posts with label UTTERING HER NAME. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UTTERING HER NAME. Show all posts
2015-03-13
as UTTERING HER NAME (Salmon Poetry) aistrithe ag John McDonald go Béarla na hAlban
Dar Oma
Ye're no o ma time
we dinnae sowp thegither
dover thegither
rise thegither
a rise threy hunner year airlie
mak tost i the mids o the nicht
smuirit in hinnie
the muin'll gove in the winnock
wunnerin
oot on the causey
a toon tod
scroongin
his bunt refleckin
daw's furst licht
6
Dar Oma
we stravaig the rods thegither
i the wast o Ireland
Atlantic thouchts droon oot oor fuitfaw
an otter
gaups at us frae the watter
as though we wur human
Ye lou the fume o peat reek
incensin yowe powes
cluds borrae sets
frae dwynin Erse screeds
a gaither foryatten fuscia
threid it in yer herr
maisic waffs frae a howff
mistraucht tin fussles
a craw lichts ackwartly
on towsie thack
a knidge Yer unvisible haun
7
Dar Oma
a cam a nicht- watchie fir Ye
waukent oors on en
een glimmerin
aince a near dovert ower
sensin Ye a cam tae
gowlie i the keekin gless
Tibetan mask
gin a keep this up
they'll shairly mense me
wi a gowd neep
moutent doon
thrawn
hung roon Yer craig
2015-03-12
as UTTERING HER NAME (aistrithe go Béarla na hAlban ag John McDonald)
1
Dar Oma
whit garred thaim claa awa?
whit lenths did they traivel?
the lift wis fou o faw'n sterns...
licht's fair taen up wi Ye
suin the heivens'll be scabbit
2
Dar Oma
yestreen
a gaed reengin
fir Ye
an fund Ye
a'whaur
parteeclar
i the flicht o swallaes
coontless
i the derk err
as though they ettled
tae waff the deein sin
tae lowe
3
Dar Oma
leuk at this fou fruit
faw'n fir Ye ilka time
unawaurs
this tree
its brainches Yer ain
seepin sap
its ruits
its fume Yours
crottle claps tae bark
haud me
deep deep doun Ye're aye thair
bidein ma flourishin in Ye
Kirtana o croonin leaves
4
Dar Oma
hauden yer eemage afore me
on a screen
eikin percentages
gin Ye murl
lik sum foryatten galaxy
cryin ye tae retour
a wunnin back
a lissance frae menseless naethinness
a ken sterns'r born
anely tae dee
we glisk the licht
o the heivenly boadies
langsyne gane
this a ken:
Yer licht sheens in me
the Universe hauds nae grue
Dar Oma
whit garred thaim claa awa?
whit lenths did they traivel?
the lift wis fou o faw'n sterns...
licht's fair taen up wi Ye
suin the heivens'll be scabbit
2
Dar Oma
yestreen
a gaed reengin
fir Ye
an fund Ye
a'whaur
parteeclar
i the flicht o swallaes
coontless
i the derk err
as though they ettled
tae waff the deein sin
tae lowe
3
Dar Oma
leuk at this fou fruit
faw'n fir Ye ilka time
unawaurs
this tree
its brainches Yer ain
seepin sap
its ruits
its fume Yours
crottle claps tae bark
haud me
deep deep doun Ye're aye thair
bidein ma flourishin in Ye
Kirtana o croonin leaves
4
Dar Oma
hauden yer eemage afore me
on a screen
eikin percentages
gin Ye murl
lik sum foryatten galaxy
cryin ye tae retour
a wunnin back
a lissance frae menseless naethinness
a ken sterns'r born
anely tae dee
we glisk the licht
o the heivenly boadies
langsyne gane
this a ken:
Yer licht sheens in me
the Universe hauds nae grue
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