Das Sprachproblem

Ceist na Teangan

Cuirim mo dhóchas ar snámh
i mbáidín teangan
faoi mar a leagfá naíonán
i gcliabhán
a bheadh fite fuaite
de dhuilleoga feileastraim
is bitiúmin agus pic
bheith cuimilte lena thóin
ansan é a leagadh síos
i measc na ngiolcach
is coigeal na mban sí
le taobh na habhann,
féachaint n’fheadaraís
cá dtabharfaidh an sruth é,
féachaint, dála Mhaoise,
an bhfóirfidh iníon Fharoinn?

The Language Issue

I place my hope on the water
in this little boat
of the language, the way a body might put
an infant
in a basket of intertwined
iris leaves,
its underside proofed
with bitumen and pitch,
then set the whole thing down amidst
the sedge
and bulrushes by the edge
of a river
only to have it borne hither and thither,
not knowing where it might end up;
in the lap, perhaps,
of some Pharaoh’s daughter.

–Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, trans. Paul Muldoon, from The Wake Forest Book of Irish Women’s Poetry (2011)

Q.: https://wfupress.wfu.edu/poem-of-the-week/the-language-issue-nuala-ni-dhomhnaill-poem-of-the-week/

Siehe beziehungsweise höre auch:

https://onbeing.org/poetry/ceist-na-teangan-the-language-issue/

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