AN MHAENAD

Poem By Gabriel Rosenstock

Tá crónán beach dostoptha ina broinn
Nach múchfar ach i dtonn bháite
Go coim

Seasann an mhaenad sa tsáile
Rud doráite
Ina súile ar déanamh na halmóinne

Gortóidh sobal goirt a pit ata
Ar ball agus gáirfidh sí
Cúbfaidh tonnta óna fraoch

Titfidh líomóidí is oráistí ina mbáisteach
Léimfidh éisc ildathacha
Agus beifear ar fad ar aon dord

Níos déanaí
Nochtfaidh réaltaí as an gciúnas
Faoi mar nár tharla faic
Faoi mar a bheadh an chéad chruthú ann
Fáiscfidh sí smugairle róin lena gabhal

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