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| Éire agus Sasana trí shúile na nOsréalaithe Ireland and England (and elsewhere) as seen by the Surrealists. |
How She Went to Ireland
Dora’s gone to IrelandThrough the sleet and snow;
Promptly she has gone there
In a ship, although
Why she’s gone to Ireland
Dora does not know.
That was where, yea, Ireland,
Dora wished to be:
When she felt, in lone times,
Shoots of misery,
Often there, in Ireland,
Dora wished to be.
Hence she’s gone to Ireland,
Since she meant to go,
Through the drift and darkness
Onward labouring, though
That she’s gone to Ireland
Dora does not know.
Thomas Hardy
Dóirín ag Triall ar Éirinn
Tá Dóirín ag triall ar ÉirinnTrí shneachta is flichshneachta liath;
Chuaigh sí ann de thapaigean
Ar bord loinge a bhí,
Cad a thug go hÉirinn í?
Níl a fhios ag Dóirín.
Sin é an áit, sea, Éire,
a theastaigh óna croí:
Dá mbuailfeadh uaigneas Dóirín
is í in ísle brí,
Siar siar go hÉirinn
Is thiar a bhí a croí.
Thiar atá sí in Éirinn
Mar a theastaigh ón gcéad lá,
Tríd an ráth is an dorchadas
Ar aghaidh is ar aghaidh go brách
A triall arís ar Éirinn
Is ní heol di cén fáth.
