heart of the wood

Crann na Beatha

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gaiscioch

JT26 wrote: »

My hope and my love,
we will go for a while into the wood,
scattering the dew,
where we will see the trout,
we will see the blackbird on its nest;
the deer and the buck calling,
the little bird that is sweetest singing on the branches;
the cuckoo on the top of the fresh green;
and death will never come near us for ever in the sweet wood.

This poem was originally in Irish any idea where I can fund the original Irish poem?

Is it verse 4 of Éamann an Chnoic? It has a similarity to this.

gaiscioch

gaiscioch wrote: »

Is it verse 4 of Éamann an Chnoic? It has a similarity to this.

Actually, I just checked my copy of Seán Ó Tuama's An Duanaire: Poems of the Dispossessed (Dolmen Press, 1994) and there on page 280 is a poem titled 'Coillte Glasa an Triúcha.' That's your original. Will post it later.

Crann na Beatha

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gaiscioch

Coillte Glasa an Triúcha1

Coillte Glasa an Triúcha2

Coillte Glasa an Triúcha3 (clearer image of the relevant last verse)

You should be able to zoom in on all those images.