Ceathrúintí Mháire Ní Ógáin (Mary Hogan's Quatrains)

Beagbheann ar amhras daoine,

Beagbheann ar chros na sagart,

Ar gach ní ach bheith sínte

Idir tú agus falla –

Neamhshuim liom fuacht na hoíche,

Neamhshuim liom scríb is fearthainn,

Sa domhan cúng rúin teolaí seo

Ná téann thar fhaobhar na leapan –

Ar a bhfuil romhainn ní smaoinfeam,

Ar a bhfuil déanta cheana,

Linne an uain, a chroí istigh,

Is mairfidh sí go maidin.

I care little for people’s suspicions,

I care little for priests’ prohibitions,

For anything save to lie stretched

Between you and the wall –

I am indifferent to the night’s cold,

I am indifferent to the squall or rain,

When in this warm narrow secret world

Which does not go beyond the edge of the bed –

We shall not contemplate what lies before us,

What has already been done,

Time is on our side, my dearest,

And it will last til morning.

Máire Mhac an tSaoi a scríobh, sa bhliain 1956. A remarkable poem for the time it was written. Here's a link to the full poem, in Irish and in the other language.

https://poethead.wordpress.com/2014/03/06/poetry-by-maire-mhac-an-tsaoi-for-international-womens-day-2014/

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