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Caitríona Ní Chléirchín
A Branch-like Flame
A branch-like flameruns through me
when I am with you
I can’t breathe
Lips swell
like buds
I become blind
– confused –
lost
in a trance
a swoon
in vain
I try
to extinguish
this quick pulse:
A branch-like flame
through an oat field.
© Translation: 2011, Caitríona Ní Chléirchín
Craobhlasair
Craobhlasair
Ritheann craobhlasair tríomtaobh leat
ní thig liom análú
mo bheola ag at
mar bhachlóga
Éirím dall
– Mearbhall –
Mé ar seachrán
i dtámhnéal
– aisnéal –
Is in aisce
a dhéanaim
iarracht an chuisle mhear seo
a mhúchadh:
Craobhlasair a ghabhann trí ghort coirce.
© 2010, Caitríona Ní Chléirchín
From: Crithloinnir
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
From: Crithloinnir
Publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin
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Craobhlasair
Ritheann craobhlasair tríomtaobh leat
ní thig liom análú
mo bheola ag at
mar bhachlóga
Éirím dall
– Mearbhall –
Mé ar seachrán
i dtámhnéal
– aisnéal –
Is in aisce
a dhéanaim
iarracht an chuisle mhear seo
a mhúchadh:
Craobhlasair a ghabhann trí ghort coirce.
From: Crithloinnir
A Branch-like Flame
A branch-like flameruns through me
when I am with you
I can’t breathe
Lips swell
like buds
I become blind
– confused –
lost
in a trance
a swoon
in vain
I try
to extinguish
this quick pulse:
A branch-like flame
through an oat field.
© 2011, Caitríona Ní Chléirchín
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