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| le Paul Cézanne |
an saghas seo tine le Charles Bukowski
this kind of fire by Charles Bukowski
sometimes I think the gods
uaireanta is dóigh liom go sánn
deliberately keep pushing me
na déithe sa tine mé
into the fire
d'aon ghnó
just to hear me
chun go gcloisfidís
yelp
cúpla dea-líne
a few good
uaim
lines
de liú.
they just aren't going to
níl siad chun ligean dom
let me retire
dul ar scor
silk scarf about neck
scaif shíoda timpeall mo mhuiníl
giving lectures at
léachtaí á dtabhairt agam in
Yale.
Yale.
the gods need me to
táim ag teastáil ó na déithe
entertain them
ar mhaithe le siamsaíocht.
they must be terribly
caithfidh gur leamh leo
bored with all
an chuid eile
the others
go léir
and I am too.
mo dhála féin.
and now my cigarette lighter
agus anois tá an lastóir toitíní
has gone dry
imithe i ndísc.
I sit here
táim im' shuí anseo
hopelessly
gan aon mhaith ionam
flicking it
á chliceáil.
this kind of fire
níl siad in ann
they can't give
an saghas sin tine
me.
a thabhairt dom.
