‘Geasa’ le Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill.

  Má chuirim aon lámh ar an dtearmann beannaithe, má thógaim droichead thar an abhainn, gach a mbíonn tógtha isló ages na ceardaithe bíonn sé leagtha ar maidin romham.   Tagann  aníos an abhainn istoíche bád is bean ina seasamh  inti. Tá coinneal ar lasadh ina súil is ina lámha. Tá dhá mhaide rámha  aici. [...]

‘The Bond’ by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill

  If I use my forbidden hand To raise a bridge across the river, All the work of the builders Has been blown up by sunrise.   A boat comes up the river by night With a woman standing in it, Twin candles lit in her eyes And  two oars in her hands.   She [...]

“Shelmalier” by Medb McGuckian

Shelmalier. by Medb Mc Guckian. "Looked after only by the four womb-walls, if anything curved in the ruined city his last hour it was his human hands, bituminous, while all laws were aimed at him, returning to the metre of a star: like a century about to be over, a river trying to film itself, [...]