Iad siúd a deir go bhfuilid ar son na saoirse ach a cháineann an chorraíl, is daoine iad a bhfuil báisteach uathu gan toirneach gan tintreach.
Frederick Douglass (1818-1895)
2013-11-05
2013-11-04
Gabhair/ Goats
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| Íomhá Ron Rosenstock |
| tá roinnt ceisteanna le freagairt – gabhair sna crainn |
there are some questions to be answered – goats in the trees |
Invisible Light
Twenty four black and white infrared photographs by Ron Rosenstock with accompanying Haiku by the Irish Poet, Gabriel Rosenstock, in English and Irish with translations into Spanish by Francisco X. Alarcon and Japanese by Mariko Sumikura
Graifítí an Lae: Axel Munthe
Ní laistiar de bharraí an cháis atá an t-ainmhí fiáin cruálach. Os a chomhair atá sé.
2013-11-03
Maidin, Maidin le Tuli Kupferberg (1923-2010)
Féach http://youtu.be/UJSoDuaBJ8k
Maidin maidin
Bím an-uaigneach ar maidin
Maidin maidin
Maidin is dobrón
Grian grian
Grian ag gáire ar mo ghnúis
Is an ghlóir atá sa bhorradh:
Táim á lobhadh i mo phluais
Iarnóin iarnóin
Bím an-uaigneach san iarnóin
Iarnóin iarnóin
Iarnóin is dobrón
Gealach gealach
Sámhaíonn tú na cnoic le cúr
Tá mo ghnúis ’na smidiríní
Ag do thaitneamh, ag do rún.
Oíche oíche
Ar mo ghruasa, ochón,
Oíche oíche
Faoiseamh níl i ndán go deo
Réaltaí réaltaí
Grámhar mé faoi spéir na seod
Réaltaí réaltaí
Blaisim deora – is do phóg
Morning, Morning
Tuli Kupferberg (1923 -2010)
Morning morning
Feel so lonesome in the morning
Morning morning
Morning brings me grief
Sunshine sunshine
Sunshine laughs upon my face
& the glory of the growing
Puts me in my rotting place
Evening evening
Feel so lonesome in the evening
Evening evening
Evening brings me grief
Moonshine moonshine
Moonshine drugs the hills with grace
& the secret of the shining
Seeks to break my simple face
Nighttime nighttime
Kills the blood upon my cheek
Nighttime nighttime
Does not bring me to relief
Starshine starshine
Feel so loving in the starshine
Starshine starshine
Darling kiss me as I weep
Graifítí an Lae: Íosa
De bhrí go bhfuil tú alabhog, gan a bheith fuar ná te, táim chun tú a sceitheadh as mo bhéal amach.
Íosa (0 - 33)
(3.16 Apacailipsis Eoin)
2013-11-02
Dán dar teideal Zazen le Dogen
(1200 - 1253)
Leagan Béarla: Steven Heine
The moon reflected
In a mind clear
As still water:
Even the waves, breaking,
Are reflecting its light.
Frithchaitheamh na gealaí
In aigne atá chomh glé
Le huisce féithchiúin:
An solas frithchaite fiú
Ó bhriseadh na dtonn
Abonnieren
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