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Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

the other shore

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

the other shore
is calling us…
as is the shore we left

Irish version–

an caladh thall
ag glaoch orainn…
is an caladh a d’fhágamar

(4) A daisy picked (from Year of the Goddess)

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

Nóinín a phiocas Duit
Agus ba ghrian chomh millteach sin é
Gur dalladh mé
Ach chneasaigh na piotail
I gceann na haimsire mé
Do ghéaga áthasacha
Ina gceann is ina gceann

A daisy picked for You
Such a massive sun
I was blinded
But the petals healed me
In time
Your joyous limbs
One by one

I carved a wind-harp

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

Dar Óma
out of aged cherry-wood
I carved a wind-harp
and placed it far
from the eyes
and ears of men
a hawk watches over it

no fingers touch
its delicate strings
the breeze it is
that plays the tune
breeze of morning
breeze of night
warm breeze from the south

throughout the day
it sings but You

wordlessly
effortlessly

never the same tune

(9) Snow on the foothills (from Year of the Goddess)

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

Nuair a leánn sneachta na mbunchnoc
Fanann Do ghile linn
Ní istigh ná lasmuigh Duit
Ach i ngach cearn den chruinne
Is i mbólaí nár aimsíodh fós

When the snow of the foothills vanishes
Your brightness stays
Neither inside nor outside are You
But in all the universe
And expanses not yet known

Bird in Flight / Éan ar Eite (from The Last Sasquatch)

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

The sasquatch sees a bird in flight
when it disappears
something inside him says
you too will disappear
                   
how
     when
          why
he knows not

Feiceann an sasquatch
éan ar eite
nuair a imíonn sé as radharc
labhrann rud éigin ann féin:
imeoidh tusa leis

conas
     cathain
          cén fáth
ní heol dó

what speeded them on their way?

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

Dar Óma
     what speeded them on their way?
     what distances did they travel?
           the sky was full of falling stars …
                You draw down too much light –

a glimpse of god

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

a glimpse of god
     in the eyes of a cat
          following a moth

Bird in Flight / Éan ar Eite (from The Last Sasquatch)

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

The sasquatch sees a bird in flight
when it disappears
something inside him says
you too will disappear
                   
how
     when
          why
he knows not

Feiceann an sasquatch
éan ar eite
nuair a imíonn sé as radharc
labhrann rud éigin ann féin:
imeoidh tusa leis

conas
     cathain
          cén fáth
ní heol dó

Duloch

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

Duloch –
     a lake
          still gauging its own depths

faint sunlight

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

faint sunlight
     injecting the veins
          of a falling leaf

frosty morning

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

frosty morning
     a robin bares his breast
          to the whole world

sickle moon

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

sickle moon –
          reaping
                    emptiness

to fully explore

Poet: Gabriel Rosenstock

to fully explore
     a rustic rose
          the frantic bee disappears