Tag: Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
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‘The Mermaid in the Hospital’ by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
She awoke to find her fishtail clean gone but in the bed with her were two long, cold thingammies. You’d have thought they were tangles of kelp or collops of ham. ‘They’re no doubt taking the piss, it being New Year’s Eve. Half the staff legless with drink and the other half playing […]
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‘An Mhurúch san Ospidéal’ by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
An Mhurúch san Ospidéal Dhúisigh sí agus ní raibh a heireaball éisc ann níos mó ach istigh sa leaba léi bhí an dá rud fada fuar seo. Ba dhóigh leat gur gaid mhara iad nó slaimicí feola. ‘Mar mhagadh atá siad ní foláir, Oíche na Coda Móire. Tá leath na foirne as a meabhair […]
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Posterity and all that.
Recently, I wrote a post about how government bodies tend to view poetry. Indeed, I would say their view tends toward jaundiced misunderstanding rather than outright aggression, but I could be wrong. The image embedded in the piece was of a woman placing flowers at Ted Hughes‘ memorial stone in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. Ted Hughes’ stone […]
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An evening of women’s literature at the Irish Writer’s Centre (06/01/2012)
The Irish Writer’s Centre, last evening 06/01/2012, hosted along with Dublin City Council a celebration of women’s poetry, music and literature to mark Oíche Nollaig Na mBan (Women’s Christmas). The event was presented by June Considine. And what a night it was. The event was bi-partite in structure, with readings by three poets and story-tellers to […]
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‘Geasa’ le Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill.
Má chuirim aon lámh ar an dtearmann beannaithe, má thógaim droichead thar an abhainn, gach a mbíonn tógtha isló ages na ceardaithe bíonn sé leagtha ar maidin romham. Tagann aníos an abhainn istoíche bád is bean ina seasamh inti. Tá coinneal ar lasadh ina súil is ina lámha. Tá dhá mhaide rámha aici. […]
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‘The Bond’ by Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
If I use my forbidden hand To raise a bridge across the river, All the work of the builders Has been blown up by sunrise. A boat comes up the river by night With a woman standing in it, Twin candles lit in her eyes And two oars in her hands. She […]
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Two Poems by Colette Ní Ghallchóir.
The Spark of Joy / Dealan an Aoibhnis When I lit the sparkler long ago on the hearth, I ran the house with it screaming with delight. They scolded me, but grandfather said, ‘Let her be, let her be, there is no use talking. She will always light any flame she wishes.’ by Colette Ní […]
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A Saturday Woman Poet, Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill.
Mo Mháistir Dorcha. le Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill. Táimse in aimsir ag an mbás eadrainn tá coinníollacha tairrice réitíomair le chéile ar feadh tréimhse is spás aimsire, achar roinnt bliana is lae mar a cheapas-sa. Bhuaileas leis ag margadh na saoire. D’iarr sé orm an rabhas hire-áilte. ‘Is maith mar a tharla ; máistir ag lorg […]