My Night In Kildervila
by Rody Gorman
My night in Kildervila,
That’s what broke my heart,
It’s hard for me, o son of God,
Parting from Dalaradia.
Ten hundred active young men and ten,
That was my army crowd at Drumfree
Though, Christ, I’m a spent force alive,
I was their can coca coalyer then.
My night is gloomy tonight
Without the camp serving-boy from Longford,
Not like my night at Drumdaff,
Myself and McGonagle and Wolf.
A pity that I waited for the tryst,
O my regulus of the true pre-eminent kingdom,
Even if it does me no harm
Forever except this night.
| Extract from forthcoming Sweeney: an intertonguing by Rody Gorman | |
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Rody Gorman’s Sweeney, An Intertonguing is published this spring by Francis Boutle Publishers. The work is multilingual version of Buile Shuibhne, in English, Irish, Scottish and Manx Gaelic with lingua gadelica, phonemic pieces and round-trip translations. Pre-publication reactions to the work have been full of praise, with words such as ‘extraordinary’, ‘masterpiece’ and ‘magnificent’ used by more than one eminent commentator. Ed. | |
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