Young Men
by Rody Gorman
Young men, come hither!
Men of Dalaray!
You’ll find in the sacred tree
The man you’re looking for.
God has condescended to grant me here
A bare narrow existence
Without music and without rest,
Without lady friends, without gynotryst.
Here I am at Rossberry,
Ronan has brought me disgrace,
God has warped my appearance,
Gurriers, you don’t know me..
| 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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