#irish poetry

[bumblesandhoney]

#irish #irish language #irish+language #langblr #language learning #anghaeilge #gaeilge #irish poetry #language #ireland

[persephonediary]

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

#oscar wilde #persephonediary #Wilde #the picture of dorian gray #forever my favourite #tragedy #beauty #on life #dark academia #romantic academia #romantic dark academia #classic academia #irish literature #classic literature #irish writer #irish poetry #ireland #classic lit #literature quotes #classics #dead academia #dorian gray #literature

[victusinveritas]

#poetry #irish poetry #1600s #tadgh ó ruaic #irish studies #tumblr screenshot

[lepetitdragonvert]

The Fairies, a Child’s Song written by William Allingham

1883

Artist : Emily Gertrude Thomson

#wiliam allingham #1883 #child’s song #children’s literature #children’s book #fairies #emily gertrude thomson #poetry #fairy art #vintage illustration #old illustration #sea #mer #ocean #océan #sand #sable #fée #irish poet #irish poetry #poems

[gwleddgymreig]

Hozier's "Eat Your Young" 🤝Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal"

Irishmen satirically proposing the cannibalism of children as an alternative to them (and us) living in a modern hell

#literature #hozier #eat your young #jonathan swift #ireland #irish poetry #books #the flood #all things end #music lyrics #the blues #gospel #singersongwriter #acoustic #im starvin #darling #music #irish music #poetry #satire #cannibalistic #cottagecore

[uwmspeccoll]

Ambiguous by Nature

I wanted to share a beautiful rendition of Leda and the Swan by the renowned Irish poet William Butler Yeats (1865-1939). It comes from Wisconsin artist Mark Brueggeman, who taught in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point for 27 years. He is a versatile, talented artist known for his work in stain-glass, painting, drawing, and printmaking. This work has now extended his work to include the roles of both publisher and illustrator. According to a quote from hiddenstudiosarttour.com, Brueggeman states he has “always enjoyed the look of text incorporated into drawings and paintings.”

Brueggeman's artwork is a rare gem, a testament to his meticulous craftsmanship. Printed in an edition of 15 copies at Brueggeman's Atelier Vermeil Studio in 2015, the work is a blend of letterpress and intaglio prints on Root River Mill paper handmade by the artist and several of his colleagues, and published as a portfolio of broadsides.

The poem, rooted in a Greek myth about a sexual encounter between the immortal god Zeus and the beautiful Spartan queen Leda, presents a unique perspective. In Yeats’ version, he offers a provocative and ambiguous account of a sexual act. Brueggeman's visual interpretation of the poem adds another layer of intrigue, leaning into the vague nature of the poem itself.

The artwork and poetry blend seamlessly, taking on a sensual yet brutal quality. They intentionally leave much to the reader's imagination, allowing for various interpretations and assumptions. However, one thing is certain in the poem and the artist’s rendering: following the rash and impulsive act, Leda is left on her own, carrying the knowledge of the future consequences that their union has created.

-Melissa, Special Collections Classics Intern

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#classics #greek mythology #ancient greece #zeus #leda and the swan #William Butler Yeats #Mark Brueggeman #Atelier Vermeil Studio #Root River Mill #letterpress #intaglio #book art #poetry #irish poetry #w.b. yeats #yeats #greek gods #mythology #artists books #classical mythology

[duine-aiteach]

Dán beag ó rang a trí

As Gaeilge:

Donncha Rua

A chircín! a chircín!

Ardaigh do cheann:

Féach ar do chlé,

Nach é atá ann?

A chircín! A chircín!

Cuir cluas ort féin;

Ná bac leis an min

Is ná cuir orm scéin.

Ochón! Ochón!

Lean tú den ithe

Léim sé, is mharaigh sé -

Nior fhag sé ach cleite.

As Béarla (from what my teacher said):

Reynard the Fox (Red Donncha)

Chicken! Chicken!

Lift your head;

Look to your left,

Isn’t that him?

Chicken! Chicken!

Put your ears out:

Don't bother with your food

Don't be scaring me

Alas! Alas!

You stayed at the food

He jumped, he killed -

He left nothing but feathers.

#some of the translations may be a little more literal than what you’d usually use I shall admit #that’s all what I wrote on the page at the time so I may say it differently now but that’s what my teacher said #this is the only poem in irish that I can recite perfectly even now 15 years later #we had a boy in our class whose surname was burke so of course we called him ‘a búrcín a búrcín’ for a while afterwards #my own post #gaeilge #dán #poem #filíocht #poetry #Irish poetry

[culpepers-wife]

Belfast Confetti

- Ciaran Carson (1990)

#history #irish history #the troubles #poetry #troubles poetry #modern history #Ireland #Belfast #Ciaran Carson #Irish poetry #Northern Ireland

[robcam-wfu]

— William Butler Yeats, "The Four Ages of Man"

#william butler yeats #w.b. yeats #the four ages of man #irish poetry #poetry #poem #poems and poetry #literature #writing #aging #death

[fallensapphires]

Holidays: St. Patrick's Day

When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.

#Edna O'Brien #st. patrick's day #saint patricks day #st patricks day #st. patricks day #Saint Paddy's #st paddys day #patrick's day #Ireland #Irish #Irish aesthetic #march 17 #March 17th #Holidays #holiday aesthetic #holiday moodboard #moodboard #aesthetic #shamrock #irish #irish pride #irish heritage #irish culture #irish history #irish blessing #irish poetry

[samguayart]

BOG QUEEN, 2020 A commission where I was asked to draw inspiration from Seamus Heaney's poem of the same name... I lay waiting between turf-face and demesne wall, between heathery levels and glass-toothed stone.

My body was braille for the creeping influences: dawn suns groped over my head and cooled at my feet,

through my fabrics and skins the seeps of winter digested me, the illiterate roots

pondered and died in the cavings of stomach and socket. I lay waiting

on the gravel bottom, my brain darkening, a jar of spawn fermenting underground

dreams of Baltic amber. Bruised berries under my nails, the vital hoard reducing in the crock of the pelvis.

My diadem grew carious, gemstones dropped in the peat floe like the bearings of history.

My sash was a black glacier wrinkling, dyed weaves and phoenician stitchwork retted on my breasts'

soft moraines. I knew winter cold like the nuzzle of fjords at my thighs–

the soaked fledge, the heavy swaddle of hides.

#horror art #nature horror #atmospheric horror #irish poetry #seamus heaney #bog queen #skull art #dark fantasy #surreal art #acryla-gouache #painting

[bumblesandhoney]

#irish #irish language #irish+language #langblr #language learning #anghaeilge #gaeilge #irish poetry #language #ireland #lgbtqia #lgbtq

[gennsoup]

The mothers of autumn sour and sink, ferments of husk and leaf deepen their ochres. Mosses come to a head, heather unseeds, brackens deposit Their bronze.

Seamus Heaney, Kinship

#Seamus Heaney #Kinship #North #autumn #autumn quotes #November #nature #nature quotes #wilderness #moss #bronze #leaves #landscape #Irish literature #Irish poetry #poetry #poetry quotes #quotes #quotes blog #literary quotes #literature quotes #literature #book quotes

[eirgachuair]

Scéalta Sean Chairde

 Bhí chara agam;  Bhí a chuid gruaige orga.  Dúírt sé liom;  Bhí croí óir aige,   Ach d’fhéach mé i a chliabhrach Agus bhí sé ag níos dhubh ná oíche.

Bhí chara agam;  Bhí a súile gorm.   Dúirt sí liom  Bhead sí tóg an tAigéan,                                                                              Ach thóg an tAigéan í. 

Bhí mé chara   Bhí mo chuid gruaige donn.  Bhí mo shúile chomh maith                                                    Dúirt mé leat. Dhéanfainn stair. Ach dhéanta an stair mé

#^wrote this ages ago (at the end of year 9. im year 11 now😭😭 and its probs such bad irish as well (focloir.ie was and still is a godsend) #i thought i´d post it here because i was looking back in my google docs for ideas and found it i remember being so proud of it too #i really wanna gen start writing in irish so im gonna post this here to prove to myself its not scary to post you practicing another lang #and to hopefully inspire other people to come out of their shell a wee bit. if i (a total idiot) can do it-sO CAN YOU!!!!!! #ailillgachuair #gaeilgeblr #gaeilge #irish #irish language #irish poetry #CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOMED

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"I’ve just been served a pomegranate: / it’s crimson, dripping with seeds— // a veritable Céad Míle Fáilte of drops of blood."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

#i think this is translation specific #but if anyone can find the original lmk !! #i do not speak irish so i'm not sure i can be trusted to sus it out #open polls #polls #poetry #poems #poetry polls #poets and writing #tumblr poetry #have you read this #persephone suffering from sad #nuala ní dhomhnaill #medbh mcguckian #ireland #irish #irish poetry #translation

[poem-today]

A poem by Seamus Heaney

In Iowa

In Iowa once, among the Mennonites In a slathering blizzard, conveyed all afternoon Through sleet-milt pelting hard against the windscreen And a wiper’s strong absolving slumps and flits,

I saw, abandoned in the open gap Of a field where wilted cornstalks flagged the snow, A mowing machine. Snow brimmed its iron seat, Heaped each spoked wheel with a thick white brow,

And took the shine off oil in the black-toothed gears. Verily I came forth from that wilderness As one unbaptized who had known darkness At the third hour and the veil in tatters.

In Iowa once. In the slush and rush and hiss Not of parted but as of rising water.

Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)

#seamus heaney #irish poetry #in iowa #sonnet