| 'The Wise Ones', Marguerite Louis Blasingame, 1933 |
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taoi leis na saoithe
agus níl siolla eadraibh
tá na soilse lag
sé seo críoch an uile dháin
slán faoi chúram an tosta
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you’re with the wise ones
in silent conversation
the city lights dimmed
every poem will end like this
in the bosom of silence
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