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Legion. An amalgamated journal.

Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh

St. Patrick's Day Blessings to You

Ceist na Teangan

Cuirim mo dhochas ar snamh
i mbaidin teangan
faoi mar a leagta naionan
i geliabhan
a bheadh fite fuaite
de dhuilleoga feileastraim
is bitiuman agus pic
bheith cuimilte lena thoin.

ansan e a leagadh sios
i measc na ngioicach
is coigeal na mban si
le taobh na habhann,
feachaint n’fheadarais
a dtabharfaidh an sruth e,
feachaint, dala Mhaoise,
an bhfoirfidh inion Phorain?

The Language Issue

I place my hope on the water
in this little boat
of the language, the way a body might put
an infant
in a basket of intertwined
iris leaves,
its underside proofed
with bitumen and pitch,

then set the whole thing down amidst
the sedge
and the bulrushes by the edge
of a river
only to have it borne hither and thither,
not knowing where it might end up;
in the lap, perhaps,
of some Pharaoh’s daughter.

By poet Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill on why she writes in the Irish language. (English translation by Paul Muldoon)

Maryellen McGowan

March 17th, 2008 at 2:02 pm

But perhaps you disagree

No responses so far

The room is, as yet, filled with smoke and apprehension.