Eoghan Ó Tuairisc (1919-1982) trad. Gabriel Fitzmaurice

From Bóithre Bána
in the loneliness of my mind
I listen to a snipe's harsh shriek
in the silence of the marsh
disturb the dreams of the deceased

back again along the roadways
branches topped by melting gold
sweet intoxicating evening
the spell of birdsong throughout the world

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