Poem
Derry O’Sullivan
Blip
From up here you are a black world,Countries, oceans all higgledy-piggledy,
Hieroglyphics for which we lack a pocket Rosetta Stone.
Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals – where are they?
They are a bundle on a tiny black donkey
Grazing a boreen on a mathematical path!
At times a curtain of meteors is hung between us;
Then, we are terrified our satellite will be smashed
Under a shower of cosmic boulders free-falling through space!
Last year, as we circled Venus we sought you in vain
Until I spotted you crossing our screen:
A blip!
© Translation: 2013, Derry O\'Sullivan
Blip
Blip
Uaidh seo domhan dubh thú,Na tíortha, na haigéin ar fuaid fad a chéile
Iairiglifí gan chloch Rosetta phóca againn chucu
Pirimidí, ilstóraigh, ard eaglaisí – cá bhfuilid?
Burla iad ar asal beag dubh
Ag iníor feadh bóithrín conaire matamaiticiúla!
Uaireanta crochtar eadrainn cuirtín meitéar;
Ansin bíonn eagla orainn go scriosfaí ár saitilít
Faoin gcith phíosaí cosmais ar saorthitim trín spás!
Anuraidh, ar chúrsa timpeall Véinis lorgaíomar thu
Le fada in aisce go bhfaca thú ar preabadh trasna scáileáin:
Blip!
© 1986, Derry O\'Sullivan
From: Cá bhfuil do Iúdas?
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
From: Cá bhfuil do Iúdas?
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
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From up here you are a black world,Countries, oceans all higgledy-piggledy,
Hieroglyphics for which we lack a pocket Rosetta Stone.
Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals – where are they?
They are a bundle on a tiny black donkey
Grazing a boreen on a mathematical path!
At times a curtain of meteors is hung between us;
Then, we are terrified our satellite will be smashed
Under a shower of cosmic boulders free-falling through space!
Last year, as we circled Venus we sought you in vain
Until I spotted you crossing our screen:
A blip!
© 2013, Derry O\'Sullivan
From: Cá bhfuil do Iúdas?
From: Cá bhfuil do Iúdas?
Blip
From up here you are a black world,Countries, oceans all higgledy-piggledy,
Hieroglyphics for which we lack a pocket Rosetta Stone.
Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals – where are they?
They are a bundle on a tiny black donkey
Grazing a boreen on a mathematical path!
At times a curtain of meteors is hung between us;
Then, we are terrified our satellite will be smashed
Under a shower of cosmic boulders free-falling through space!
Last year, as we circled Venus we sought you in vain
Until I spotted you crossing our screen:
A blip!
© 2013, Derry O\'Sullivan
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