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DOUGLAS HYDE (i860- )
FROM A POEM BY TEIGE MAC DAIRE
From the Irish, a translation in the meter of the original
" 9'"TMS not War we Want to Wage
With THoraond THinned by outrage. SLIGHT not Poets' Poignant spur Of RIGHT ye Owe it hOnor.
" Can there Cope a Man with Me In Burning hearts Bitterly, At my BLows men BLUSH I wis, Bright FLUSH their Furious Faces.
" Store of blister-Raising Ranns These are my Weighty Weapons, Poisoned, STriking STRONG through men, They Live not LONG so striken.
" SHelter from my S Hafts or rest 'is not in Furthest Forest, Far they FALL, words Soft as Snow, No WALL can WARD my arrow.
"To QUench in QUarrelsgood deeds, To Raise up WRongs in hundreds, To NAIL a NAME on a man, I FAIL not—FAME my weapon." |
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