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Friday, February 02, 2007

Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading

Grief of a Girl's Heart

O Donal Oge, if you go across the sea,
Bring myself with you and do not forget it;
And you will have a sweetheart for fair days and market days,
And the daughter of the King of Greece beside you at night.
It was late last night the dog was speaking of you;
The snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.
It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;
And that you may be without a mate until you find me.
You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
That you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,
And I found nothing there but a bleating lamb.
You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
A ship of gold under a silver mast;
Twelve towns with a market in all of them
And a fine white court by the side of the sea.
You promised me a thing that is not possible
That you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;
That you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird;
And a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.
O Donal Oge, it is I would be better to you
Than a high, proud, spendthrift lady:
I would milk the cow; I would bring help to you;
And if you were hard pressed, I would strike a blow for you.
You have taken the east from me; you have taken the west from me,
You have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
You have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me,
And my fear is great that you have taken God from me!

- Translation from the Irish (Anonymous) by Augusta Gregory

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posted by Sami @ 2:07 PM 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

my mother told me not to be talking with you,
not today not tommorow or on Sunday,
it was a hard time she took for telling me that,
it was bolting the door after the house had been robbed.

ARE THESE LINES MISSING OR DID THEY NEVER EXIST AND WERE FICTIONALISED FOR THE FILM The Dead??

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