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[aid] => mick
[title] => Éire, Mo nMáthair (Ireland My Mother)
[time] => 2008-11-09 10:11:57
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[bodytext] => Can a mother speak And her child not know? I hear what you say Understanding escapes me You reach for me, Yet your embrace is strange What should be natural is foreign My mother you could be And in one sense, are Yet interloper forbid, Conception did not take Your womb did not receive me, I suckled at a surrogate’s breast But in my eyes, you are known Yet not fully “Reveal all that you should be to me. Take me away to learn from your heart, Return what was stolen from me Yes, from the beginning, What should have been mine Sweetly speak your gentle Strain upon my waiting ear.” © 2004 Ó Raithbheartaigh In the latter part of the 19th century the native language of Ireland was all but destroyed. The Gaelic League was established in 1893 and it began a comeback. Gaelic groups are starting to pop up here in the states and I’m endeavoring to learn…. B' fhe’árr Gaeilge briste na Beurla cliste. -- (Better broken Gaelic than polished English) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Eireannach [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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