Category: Gaeilge
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Dán: Beach
I measc na sluaite á bhfáil réidh don deire’ seachtain’ d’aimsíos beach mór aonair traochta ar an gcosán, i mbaol a bháis is stop mé mo shiúl nuair a chuireadh m’óige i gcuimhne orm Nuair a d’ísligh mo mháthair go glúine sa gháirdín ina raibh a croí agus mhínigh tábhacht na mbeach don saol; a…
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Dán: Sensommer
Tá laethanta ann ina bhfuil an t-aer úr glan ‘gus éadrom is sonas na ndaoine le mothú le teas na gréine ar do chraiceann. Súigh isteach go mall é sin; ar nós fíona milse a roghnaíodh go cúramach dod’ theanga is d’anam le blas an tsamhraidh a fhanfadh leat go brách Mar thiocfaidh gan dabht…
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Ceallra Á Luchtú
Is annamh dom teacht ar dhaoine le Gaeilge i gCathair Chorcaí, agus is annaimhe arís comhrá substainteach fiúntach a bheith agam as Gaeilge agus mé cois Laoi.
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Poem: Lingua Amōris
His love language is in his actions: a morning coffee, with sweetener, complete or gifts unexpected, games or clothes or simply waiting in the airport, a welcome home. Mine is in words: Mo ghrá go daingean thú Lá dá bhfaca thú Some he understands, others not And yet, through patience and time We translate one…
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Poem: Is Leatsa Mo Chroí
I originally wrote this poem at the tender age of 21, and stumbled upon it on an old blog of mine. Some 14 years later, I’ve had a burst of pride reading it again, and can call it one of my favourite poems.