Whakarewarewa!

Ron Rosenstock
	fiú gan lucht féachana aige cruthaíonn an sean-ghéasar go maith
	even when no one's around the old geyser puts on a good show

Is measa é ná an bás/ Worse than death

A Mháithrín, dá mba thar sáile a bhí sé

   D'fhulaingeoinn an scarúint

Is mé ag feitheamh leis,

   Ach sinn a bheith i dtithe ar leith

Sa bhaile céanna

    Is measa é ná an bás

Mother, were he abroad

   I'd bear the separation

Waiting for him,

   But to live in separate houses

In the same village

   Is worse than death

The Absent Traveller: Prakrit Love Poetry from the Gathasaptasati of Satavahana Hala

Tanka

Les Falaises Noires à Thurso en Écosse: Maxime Maufra
gach rian den aigne á scrios go caoin aige . . . Inbhir Theòrsa:      tar, beir leat d’aigne      anseo	gently destroying all vestiges of the mind . . . Thurso:      come, bring your mind      here

haiku + photo

ná caoinigí, a fheithidí
tiocfaidh feabhas ar an saol
in am tráth

(Issa, 1825)

.鳴な虫直る時には世が直る

naku na mushi naoru toki ni wa yo ga naoru

insects, cry not!
the world will improve
all in good time

Cill Chaoi/Kilkee

Ron Rosenstock
burgairí Chill Chaoi ag breathnú ar Netflix… cé a chloiseann an stoirm	burghers of Kilkee watching Netflix - who hears the storm

Dlúite Lem’ Leannán

coc-a-dúdal-dú arsa an coileach   leis sin
léim mo chroí saonta   chrith le heagla
dlúite lem’ leannán   gualainn le gualainn
an maidneachan mar chlaíomh   ár scaradh óna chéile

Allur Nanmullayar

leannán / lover

Ron Rosenstock
chneasaigh sí sean-chréachtaí d'oscail créachtaí nua… sin é an saol	she healed old wounds and opened new ones… the way of the world