Rincfimid fós ar na cloig
is ar na ríomhairí, a John
déanfar seanváls
nó Fallaí Luimnigh
is na cloig is na ríomhairí go léir
ina smidiríní
Tiocfaidh an lá
ligfear dúinn análú
gan cead a lorg ó éinne
saor fá dheoidh
gan chlog
gan ríomhaire
is am go leor againn
chun na croibh phréacháin a thabhairt faoi deara
ár bpáistí
agus dán a scríobh
chomh fiáin leis an gcéad dán a scríobhadh ar an ngaoth
We'll get to dance yet, John
on clocks and computers
we'll dance a slow waltz
or The Walls of Limerick
crush clocks and computers
beneath our dancing feet
That day will come
and we shall be able to breathe
free at last
no clock
no computer
and we'll have time
to notice all the buttercups
our children
and compose a poem
as wild as that first poem written on the wind