Kirby Mountain
Showing posts with label
poetry
.
Show all posts
Showing posts with label
poetry
.
Show all posts
December 21, 2021
Ag Stopadh sa Choill Oíche Shneacht
›
Ag Stopadh sa Choill Oíche Shneacht Aistriúchán le Cathal Ó Manacháin ar ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ le Robert Frost Is...
October 29, 2020
Rí na Sióg
›
Rí na Sióg Aistriúchán le Eoin Mc Evoy ar ‘Der Erlkönig’ le Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Cé seo ar an gcapall chomh deireanach san oích...
August 27, 2018
An Mhaighdean Óg
›
Dá mbeidh’ áitreabh agam féin No gabháltas a’s réim, Caoirigh breágh’ bána Ar árd-chnoc no sléibh, Sláinte agus méin Agus grádh ceart ...
Dá dTéidhinn-se Siar
›
Dá dtéidhinn-se siar is aniar ni thiucfainn, Air an g-cnoc do b’áirde is air a sheasfainn, ’S í an chraobh chúmhartha is túisge bhainfinn ...
April 9, 2018
Prayse and disprayese
›
‘The disfiguring of names is a serious business, though it is often very comical in Joyce’s work and in other places where the Irish penchan...
February 26, 2017
Climacteric, a poem
›
CLIMACTERIC by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2017 Not the self-consuming fire In glorious explosion Leaving the quiet worm To slowly grow a...
March 26, 2016
The Rebel
›
I am come of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow, That have no treasure but hope,. No riches laid up but a memory Of an Ancient ...
The Fool
›
Since the wise men have not spoken, I speak that am only a fool; A fool that hath loved his folly, Yea, more than the wise men their books ...
October 16, 2015
“Renunciation”
›
Fornocht a chonac thú, a áille na háille, is dhallas mo shúil ar eagla go stánfainn. Chualas do cheol, a bhinne na binne, is dhúnas mo...
March 10, 2013
Annie Gower
›
By Eric Rosenbloom, copyright 2013 She bore me and she bears me still My mother Annie Gower. She played with me and plays to kill ...
December 31, 2012
On Rising
›
by Eric Rosenbloom, copyright 2012 No man shall lend an eye Ere dairy maid knead dough And dug at morn is sucked For tits to fingers te...
February 7, 2012
Homecoming, a poem
›
HOMECOMING by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2012 Where are you turning toward now? All your shipmates have gone And the days alone are lon...
September 26, 2011
Mountain maid, maiden mount — a song
›
by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2011 A wisp of a thing, a thought on the air That often it seems she isn’t there A touch of moist...
September 24, 2010
Two poems by Eric Rosenbloom
›
THE FALLEN FAR Clouds waft from over the ocean And rain upon the land Rivers flowing return to ocean Waters seeped throu...
February 12, 2010
Adam and the Queen of Eden
›
ADAM AND THE QUEEN OF EDEN by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2010 One day while strolling to take the air, Sir Adam spied a garden fair ...
Misses Monahan (a poem)
›
MISSES MONAHAN by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2010 Are you not the son of Manannan Mac Lir? The queen Etain? Have you not already foug...
›
Home
View web version