Posted by Murrisk on January 14, 2002 at 01:55:16:

In Reply to: Ode to Murrisk. posted by MM on January 06, 2002 at 00:53:19:

My goodbye to you Murrisk that was to me the image of gentleness,
And to the hillocky broken rocks that are on the side of the Reek
I like the …. and her walking up from the waters edge
And the music of the people when they were gathered.

And its when I arise in the morning I see far from me the Reek
My heart is frolicking and my temperament is durable;
The people here are not accustomed to me, they obstruct me and are not civil,
As if they were made from the grey-…. cut out of the country.

If I could stand within a hands reach of the bowl (hollow part of the mountain)
I would come home and make a visit.
…….. the sleeping place I had previously before the order,
I wouldn’t forsake the night Murrisk nor the pleasantness of the ocean.

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• Re: Attempted translation (part) Maire Magnolia 15:40:35 15/1/02 (4)
  • Re: Attempted translation (part) Muireasc 16:47:50 15/1/02 (3)
    • Re: Attempted translation (part) MM 19:54:43 15/1/02 (2)
      • An roilleach Muireasc 20:27:20 15/1/02 (1)
        • Re: An roilleach MM 03:43:30 16/1/02 (0)
• Re: Attempted translation (part) Que 04:02:56 14/1/02 (0)
• Re: Attempted translation (part) Butch 03:22:32 14/1/02 (0)

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