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Fragments from walks, a few words and a little weather. Nothing urgent.
02.11.26
An ghaoth aduaidh bíonn sí crua Is cuireann sí gruaim ar dhaoine An ghaoth aneas bíonn sí tais Is cuireann sí rath ar shíolta An ghaoth anoir bíonn sí tirim Is cuireann sí sioc istoíche An ghaoth aniar bíonn sí fial Is cuireann sí iasc i líonta. — — — The north wind is hard And it puts gloom on people. The south wind is damp And it makes seeds grow The east wind is dry And it makes frost at night. The west wind is kind And it puts fish in nets.
07.10.26
I felt like, 'Oisín i ndiaidh na Féinne', today as I sat on the shore alone. There is beauty in Irish language and literature that embodies the sounds and imaginings of nature. I heard the low waves play with the rocks and I thought of this.. Oisín ag caint le Naomh Pádraig 'Smólach guitbhinn Ghleanna na Scáil, Monghar bárc ag buain le tráigh, Ba binne liom trost na gcon Ná do scol, a chléirigh cháidh'
05.10.26
Stones on the sea shore Hardly moving over time There when I am gone. Féach na clocha trá Seasta buanta gan suan Am nach mbeidh mé ann.
04.10.26
'Is cuma linn, a stór, Táimid faoi dhraíocht ag ceol na farraige.'
30.09.26
'Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.'