Henry Scott Tuke

dheineas cur síos ort do sheanmhairnéalach lá lean ort, ar seisean         bhí gach aon rud feicthe aige         níor theastaigh uaidh go stopfainn

i once described You to a wistful old seadog he had seen it all         go on, he said, continue         he didn't want me to stop

Charles Sprague Pearce

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tine a mhúnlaigh agus a d'athchum an tseoid an tine atá beo         tine thús an domhain, a stór         is tine éag na cruinne

fire that shaped the jewel fire of its refashioning fire that is alive         fire of the earth's beginning         fire that will consume the world

Yoshimoto

fuineadh gréine

ach fanann solas an tráthnóna

i measc na nduilleog

 

Guy Rose

October morning

scáileanna na gcrann mo chuid scáileanna féin iad cloisfidh tú dánta         i gcogarnach na nduilleog         a scáil féin ag gach focal

the shadows of trees are my shadows this morning in whispering leaves         You'll hear my poems, Beloved         each word has its own shadow

σκιές των δέντρων σήμερα οι σκιές μου θροΐζουν φύλλα         ποιήματά μου, Αγάπη         κάθε λέξη και σκιά Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise

Nicolae Tonitza

caointeoirí, faraor gan deoir fágtha ina gceann cad atá rompu         níl fhios acu cá'il a dtriall         gealach lae dóibh í an ghrian

the mourners, alas when all their tears have dried up what is left for them         they hardly know east from west         the sun shines like a day moon

φευ, όσοι θρηνούν στεγνώνοντας τα δάκρυα γι' αυτούς τι μένει         ανατολή ούτε δύση         ήλιος μέρας φεγγάρι Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise

Blas Iarainn

 The Taste of Iron

Look how words

are styled into a poem

Look at this

Read this man fallen amid letters.

You hear that?

Is it the clanging of iron or

the blood spilled on the soil?

Ask not the blacksmith

the taste of iron,

Ask the horse with a leash on his mouth

 Dhumil (Sudama Pandey, 1936-1975)

Translation Kamalakar Bhat

Blas Iarainn

Féach mar atá briathra

stílithe i ndán

Féach air seo

Léigh an fear seo a thit i measc litreacha

Ar chuala tú?

Cleatráil iarainn ab ea, nó

fuil a doirteadh sa chré?

Ná fiafraigh den ghabha

cad is blas iarainn ann,

fiafraigh den chapall é is srian ar a bhéal.

Dhumil

Ní hea, ní chaillfinn codladh na hoíche

Ní hea

ní chaillfinn codladh na hoíche

faoin mbuille -

conas nó cathain -

a chuirfidh deireadh liom

dáiríre, is cuma liom sa sioc

mar gheall air

mar

níl foighne

an fhairtheora agam

le bheith ar garda de shíor

chun scagadh a dhéanamh

ar nóiméid gan áireamh

ag feitheamh

leis an am sa sceideal

atá ag do ghiollaí gualainne dom.

Ní hea,

ní chuirfinn am amú ag smaoineamh ar rudaí suaracha

mar sin agus ní duine maoithneach mé

maidir le cuimhní ar an seanfhód

is an dream a d'fhágas im' dhiaidh

ní hea, ní smaoinímse a thuilleadh

ar a leithéid

ná ar na stríoca fíneáilte dearga

os cionn an tsráidbhaile am luí na gréine

agus is cuma liom

conas a mhothaíonn sise.

Pash

Málaí gainimh in Kharkiv / Sandbags in Kharkiv

táid ag rith as am bailíonn siad málaí gainimh dá mbard náisiúnta         chosain seisean a dteanga         in aghaidh scrios is díchuimhne

sands of time run out and yet they gather sandbags to protect their poet:         he once shored up their language         against winds of destruction

War in Ukraine: Shevchenko's monument covered in mountain of sandbags in Kharkiv. Kurama's poem.

Fjord/ Fiord

Ron Rosenstock
spraoi na scamall leis an oighear - leo féin le chéile i bhfiord	clouds playing with ice - alone together in a fiord

Charles Bartlett

íota haiku íota fírinne - íota an chamaill	thirst for haiku thirst for truth - thirst of a camel
俳句に渇き 真理に渇く― 駱駝の渇き Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura	drouthy fir haiku drouthy fir truith - drouth o a caumel Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald

Lus gorm ~ Hokusai

bláth gorm sa tóir ar an spéir . . . ár mbrionglóidí baotha	blue flower in search of the sky . . . all our impossible dreams
青い花 空を探して・・・ 成らぬ夢 Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura	blae flooer reengin fir the lift... aw oor willyart drames Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald

Grey Heron on Branch ~ Ohara Koson

radharc éagsúil ar an domhan ó lá go lá - corr réisc ar ghéag

viewing the world today from another angle - heron on a branch

世相見む 違う角度から― 枝の鷺 Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura

takkin anither skew it the day's warl - hern on a brainch Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald

Busy Schedule

go dtí seo lá an-ghnóthach a bhí ann - glasóg

so far it's been a very busy day - wagtail

そこまでは 多忙な日なり セキレイ氏 Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura

oop tae nou it's been a thrang day - willie-wagtail Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald

Winslow Homer

A garden in Nassau

roinnimse an dúil atá ionainn, síol Éabha, i ngairdín an tséin         is dílleachtaí sinn, a chuid         dílleachtaí dalla gan léas

i share the longing of everyone born of Eve for the celestial garden         we are orphans, beloved         blind orphans in search of light

Hugo Simberg

Haavoittunut enkeli

lig dom canadh leis faoi na haingil 'tá leonta balbh ag dobrón         is líonmhar iad, a thaisce         ealaí na sciathán gan feidhm

and let me sing too for all the wounded angels struck dumb by sorrow         beloved, they are legion         swans whose wings have let them down

Walter Gramatté

Walter Gramatté Mann mit Herz (Selbst) 1918

bhí fear ann fadó ní raibh aithne ag éinne air bhí croí na bó ann         croí mór a bhí róthrom dó         is b'éigean do fáil réidh leis

there once was a man no one knew the half of him a man with a heart         it was too heavy for him         and so he gave it away

Is deacair teacht anois air/ Trakl/ A hard book to find

Benjamin West

The Bard, 1778

éireoidh na baird iad siúd a cuireadh chun báis chun tú a mholadh         beadsa fárstu, a chuisle         éist lenár n-amhrán aerach

they shall rise again all the massacred Welsh bards and sing Your praises         beloved, i shall join them         give ear to our ghostly song

Jan Mankes

Raaf op berkenboom, Jan Mankes

bhí dhá phréachán ann nílid ann níos mó, a chuid bean uasal is cú         is ridire - imithe         ná himigh gan barróg 'fháil

there were twa corbies Beloved, now there are none a lady, a hound         and a knight - they too are gone         embrace me before You leave

Madra / Dog

 

An domhan

seo . . .

cúr sin uile.

This world . . .

froth,

nothing but froth

Zen monk Tanuki (1949 - )

Louis Wain

cineál machnaimh é cat a shárú sa stánadh isteach san fholús         bhfuil tusa á lorg aige         bhfuil tú aimsithe aige

outstaring a cat a form of meditation entering the void         is the cat looking for You         has it found You already

Pierre Roy

Intérieur (Entrée d'un appartement Parisien) , 1937

isteach leat, a ghrá, níl neach ann chun fáiltiú romhat nílim sa doras         is nílimse san fhuinneog         níl ionamsa ach cuimhne

enter, Beloved there is no one to greet You i'm not at the door         nor am i at the window         i'm merely a memory

Mainie Jellett

Achill Horses

tá réaltaí na hoí' gan suan ag eachra Acla iad go léir suaite         taibhríd taibhrimh a chéile         gan a dtaibhrimh féin acu

the Achill horses are keeping the stars awake restless through the night         dreaming each other's dreams now         having no dreams of their own

Ingeborg Bernhard

ní gá aon ní eile a rá d'ainm a dhriogadh go ciúin feitheamh leis an gcuach         an dabhach a oscailt faoi rún         agus ól asat go mall

time to say no more to distil Your name, quietly wait for the cuckoo         open the vat silently         and drink of You in long draughts

Nina Hamnett

Major General W.B. Lindsay

athraíonn gach aon ní athraíonn mapaí is croiméil is sin a bhfuil faoi         bearr na croiméil sin arís         gearr teorainneacha an domhain

all is flux, they say maps change, as do moustaches nothing to be done         trim the moustaches again         trim boundaries of our world

Smaoineamh an lae

 

Nochtfaidh

colm bán

ach ní fheicfidh éinne é

Zen Master Tanuki

1949

Treibheanna / Tribes

 

Bí le gach treibh, bí gan treibh

Belong to all tribes and none

Zen monk Tanuki (1949 - )

Tobias Verhaecht

duitse a tógadh chun go molfaí thú thar chách i ngach aon teanga         féach air, Túr Bháibil, a chroí         an gá é a atógáil?

it was built for You so men could sing Your praises in all languages         behold the Tower of Babel . . .         is it time to build again?

κτίστηκε για Σε να ψάλλουν τη δόξα Σου σ' όλες τις γλώσσες         ιδού ο πύργος της Βαβέλ         ώρα να κτιστεί ξανά; Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise

Féach freisin The Search for the Perfect Language

József Rippl-Rónai

nach fada a ndíbirt! anamacha 'tá faoi scáil ar feadh mílaoise         éalaíonn an t-anam ansin -         éan nó bláth magnóilia

long is their exile! souls imprisoned in darkness for countless aeons         then one escapes like a bird         or a magnolia blossom

μακρά εξορία! ψυχές δέσμιες του σκότους για αιώνες         και σαν πουλί το σκάει μια         η σαν άνθος μανώλιας Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise

Cnoic Shíofra

Ron Rosenstock
nithe nach bhfeictear ag breathnú uathu . . . ag éisteacht . . . Cnoic Shíofra
	the unseen watching . . . listening . . . Sheeffrey Hills