Caitlín Maude - A Dhé (O Lord) - poetry

Ní fuil ná feoil é, a Dhé,
d'íomhá bréige
-blás liath na cré-
ach fáiscim chugam é
go bpléascann go beatha.

Ní faoiseamh ceist
(ná freagra).

An amhlaidh a ghráim
an t-íomhá ciúin
nach bhfreagróidh ar ais mé
agus go
dtuigeann Tusa m'fhulaingt dhian
mar a thuigimse é?

B'fhédir nach í an cheist
(ná an freagra)
an fhadhb
(ná an freagra)

Ní hí, a Dhé.
Ní thuigim.
Ní heol dom.
Ní dheimhním faic - fós
ach sin.

Bí ann nó as
táimse ag triall Ort

agus má tá
cuirim geasa Ort
mé a shábháil
ón dream
a deir
gur fear fuar
sa spéir Thú.

A Dhé,
tá m-eiriceachtaí gan teorainn
ach nárbh fhearr Leat sin
ná leannán theas bhainne na bó
nach mbreathnódh siar Ort
ó cheann ceann na bliana?

A Dhé,
Ní hé réiteach na faidhbe an réiteach.
Níl aon draíocht nua ar tairiscint.
Caithfeadsa an deilgneach a thaisteal.
Níl scíth ná aimsiú ar ghrinneall.
B'fhearr liom an t-uisce fuar san éadan anois
ná níos deireanaí.
Táim réidh mo phatrún caoch a shníomh
ar chanbhás streilleach.

Ionsaím ceisteanna cantalacha an lae
(corp, croí agus intinn).
Deir an cathú leiom
"Ná déan!"
Cén mhaith áilleacht dhuthain?
Cén mhaith?
Ach cuimhnigh -
nach é an freagra an réiteach
Ach an t-iarmhar gránna--
luaith mharbh na hoíche--
gréithre salacha ar maidin--
comharthaí mo bháis féin
agus
mé do shíor á ghlanadh
(gréithre, croí agus intinn).
Dearmad tamall, a Dhé,
ar bhlas liath na cré.

(Is measa an dearmad.)

Céard a dhéanfainn
ach go n-adhraim
an bheatha dhuairc seo?
Fáiscim chugam an mhallacht.
Ní fios cén fhad a mhairfeas.

Ach, a Dhé,
slíocaim, cíoraim, freastalaím.
Folaím san éadach cumhra na créachtaí gránna.
Dallamullóg mo cheirdse.
Meangaim,
sínim,
Pógaim do thaobh dheas.
Tá gealladh in earrach.
Santaím a bhíogadh.
[Buíochas du ancatmara a sheol an téacs chugam]

File, aisteoir, amhránaí agus agóidí ab ea Caitlín Maude. Cailleadh í i 1982 agus í 41 bliain d'aois. Ba chailliúint mhór í dá teaghlach agus don tír ar fad. Bhí sí ar dhuine de na healaíontóirí ba chruthaí dá raibh againn riamh.

Concerto Chaitlíne Maude 136349 2007 www.tg4.ie

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[pedrolobo25]

i dont understand but i can feel the energy

great words

amazing

[LINTUgirl93]

sounds beautiful, but I would really like to know, what it is about... :)

[travellintravellin]

Here is a translation - though you will have to read the posts backwards, starting with "Neither blood nor flesh"

[travellintravellin]

Worse is forgetting). What can I do but worship this bleak life? I press towards me the curse. I cannot say how long it will last. But God, I sneak, I comb, I tend to. I hide in the fragrant cloth the ugly wounds. Concealment is my specialty, I smile I stretch, I kiss your lovely side. There is hope in Spring. I covet its pulse.

[travellintravellin]

I attack the contentious issues of the day (body, heart and mind). The temptation calls me ‘Don’t’. What good is passing beauty? What good? But remember that the answer is far from the solution But the unsightly remains - dead ashes of the night - dirty dishes in the morning - signs of my own death and constantly cleaning them (dishes, heart and mind). Forget for a while, God, the dreary mouthful of soil.

[travellintravellin]

God,

The answer is far from the solution

There is no new mysterious revelation

You still have to travel the path of the thorns

No respite or homecoming at the bottom of the sea

Better the water on the forehead now

than after

My time has come to sow my blind pattern

on the gaping canvas.

[travellintravellin]

There or not I am drawing towards you and if you are I call for one enchantment to be saved from those who speak of you as the cold man of the skies. God, my heresy is boundless but would you not prefer this to some intriguing lover of the world’s plenty Who would fail to pay heed to you from one end of the year to the next?

[travellintravellin]

Neither blood nor flesh God your conjured image -the dreary mouthful of soil- but I clasp it heart-wards until it fuses into life. The questioning is no comfort (nor is the answer). Why should I adore the lifeless image that will not explain away and you who felt my deepest pains the way I do now? And if it’s not the questioning (nor the answer) that’s the problem (nor is the answer) Oh no God. I don’t understand. I don’t know. I’m convinced only - so far Of that.

[catconstantine]

Iontach. Go raibh maith agaibh as ocht an físeán seo a chur ar fáil!

[GodsWildfire]

The only word I understood was pog-- kiss. And the "Thanks to..." XD

[GodsWildfire]

The funny thing about this is that God is our Father, a powerful, personal force, and wants us to approach Him as boldly as His own children.

[spiegelhaus]

likewise.

can anyone offer a translation?