Season Song*

Here's a song ––

stags give tounge

winter snows

summer goes.

 

High cold blow

sun is low

brief his day

seas give spray.

 

Fern clumps redden

shapes are hidden

wildgeese raise

wonted cries.

 

Cold now girds

wings of birds

icy time ––

that's my rime.

 

 

(translated by Flann O'Brien, from the 9th century Irish poem by Anon)

* Photo taken on Sandymount Strand in 2010 during the big freeze.

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