Tuaim Inbhir
January 14, 2013

No faux-Tudor blight might outdo

My ivied Tuaim Inbhir bedsit

Luminous stars lining

Its sun and its moon.

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Gobbán Construction turned the sod

But you know how that went

And someone’s God

Thatched it in the boom.

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Bullets cannot touch me there,

Rain falls past

My bright orchard

Where no fences loom.

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treecanopy

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Translated from anonymous 9th Century Monastic Verse

Suibne Geilt.

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Mairiuclán hi Túaim barr edin Inbir

ni lán techdais bes ssestu

cona retglannaib aréir

cona gréin cona escu

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Gobban durigni insin

conecestar duib astoir

mu chridecan dia du nim

is hé tugatoir rodtoig.

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Tech inna fera flechod

maigen na áigder rindi

soilsidir bid hi lugburt

ose cen udnucht nimbi.

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5intheface – 14/01/2013

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