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| Charlie Donnelly |
Stasis
Charlie Donnelly
1The silent light descends
Like a cloth over me
Here under the trees
Whose presence has infolded on itself
And the monotone
Of the afar-falling waters pours over my mind.
The rising thoughts level before it
And as seeds borne by the wind
Are borne away from me.
Thoughts go. Thoughts bend, break, float away.
2.
This is a sleeping place,
a cast shell
Of the snail of the world,
A thing left in a crevice.
Gan Chorraí
1.Mar cheirt anuas orm
An solas ciúin
Anseo faoi na crainn
A láithreacht infhillte uirthi féin
Agus aonton na n-uiscí i gcéin
Á dhoirteadh ar m’aigne.
Ar aon leibhéal leis na smaointe ag éirí
Agus mar shíolta ar an ngaoth
Beirtear uaim chun siúil iad.
Imíonn smaointe. Smaointe á lúbadh, á mbriseadh, ar snámh uaim.
2.
Ball suain é seo,
Blaosc chaite
De sheilmide an domhain
Iarmharán i mbearna.