WHEN ONE DESPAIRS Poem by Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
WHEN ONE DESPAIRS
Some days, let's admit it,
I tire
of rallying to her defence
I weary of being rooted
here by her bedside
this language
that has been violated
hoping she'll come around
watching her assiduously
wishing the life back into her again
And when I see
her rotting bones
calcifying
I know that
one day
there will be nothing left
nothing but dust, mute . . .
like myself, come to think of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/19/2025 12:59:41 PM # 1.0.0
I believe this poem is about the writer's fear that one day Gaelic shall be no more- just like herself.