Bliadhna Theàrlaich – a poem by Rody Gorman

Posted on 13 September 2022 in Latest News

 

BLIADHNA THEÀRLAICH
i.m. ER nach maireann

Agus muir is tìr cho rèidh,
Trom le ceò ʼs coilich ri dùrdan
Is calman-coille ri durrghail
ʼS caoirean is cearc ri glòigeil
Is na fithich anns an ròcanaich
Is an uiseag aʼ gairm gu h-àrd

Is an eala-bhàn o hi ri ri ri guileag,
Fairichidh mi ʼn glaodhairʼ ag èigheachd
A-mach às an dubhar is, ag aiseag —
Feuch! — Rìgh nan Eilean
Aʼ tighinn mu dheireadh thall
Mar a bu mhithich air cho mall.

THE YEAR OF THE PRINCE

The griefsea and shoreland are so flatat-peaceready,
Heavy with smokemist as crestcockerels dustmurmur
And a common wood-pigeon purrcoogruntwails
And all the crabchicks cluckclack
And the ravens hoarsecroak and the lark
Proclaimcrows out highloud and all that and those
Words for the birds by Mac Mhaighstir Alasdair

And the emptywhite pillared stone whooper
O hi ri ri sounds its joyscreechswan-song,
I feelhear the loud-speakercrier death-watchproclaiming
Out of the dowerdarkness and, restorationcrossing over
Like a ship-of-the-line of old, the Lord of the Isles —
Trybehold! — coming at long last over by
And high time for all that itʼs so slowlate.

Rody Gorman is the bard of An Comunn Gàidhealach.