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Ailm/ fir


Ailm/ fir
mar a thuirt an giuthas,
tha mi nam chrann,
mar a thuirt an giuthas,
a bhein mar sheol,
strac an urlair fodham,
chan eil dol nas fhaide

mar a thuirt an giuthas,
tha mi nam shoidheach
mar a thuirt an giuthas,
mo roiseid mar riamh, do sgamhan
fo throm nam cheathach sguraidh

ged is mise, ars an giuthas
righ na coille, craobh nan laoch,
an t-anam nach treig, dean
sioman as mo fhriamhach,
taod dha do chabhlachd, faic
mo lubadh ris a ghaillionn
what the pine
said i am a mast,
what the pine said,
the ben's a sail,
the earth below's my deck,
i have no need to travel

what the pine said,
i am a vessel what the pine said,
like resin, like oars,
for constricted lungs
i'm a cleansing fog

though I be, said the pine,
the forest’s king, hero tree,
the immortal soul, plait
a cable from my roots to
make fast your navies, see
how I bend to the storm
poem by aonghas macneacail/ picture by simon fraser