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https://www.gaelicbooks.org/explore-the-shop/poetry/contemporary-poetry/sweeney-an-intertonguing?lang=en §34 (SWEENEY) Deilbh is Dath Is fíor go dearbh, chlaochlaíos deilbh is dath – Rachainn ar each donn ar cuairt rí Fara mo mhuintir, agus brat cortharach corcra Ar mo bhráid le sioball eagair airgid Agus ar mo mhuin sciath bhreac bhuí Agus ar mo chliathach claíomh le dorn óir Gur theilgeas is gur dhiúraiceas i ndomhain faoin linn lán An breac bán i bhfianaise Rónáin Fhinn Agus gur mharaíos d’aon urchar a chléireach naomh Go bhfacas na taibhsí maola dearga sa gcnoc Ar learga Shliabh Fuaidh nó gur liathadh mo cheann Agus mo dhá shúil a bhí gorm mar ghloine Gur fágadh mé i m’ gheilt ghlas Ar fáinneáil gan éadach Gan bhia gan deoch Ach uisce geal is biolar uaine, Caora dearga cuilinn Agus dearcáin donna, Mo chreach, mar mo chuid Agus rith le damh donn Ar fud Éireann Agus luí gan sos Faoin raithneach rua Oíche dhubh dhuairc I gcoill chiar Is i ndoirí dorcha.   Warpappearance and Colour It’s truthimagetrue, I’ve worsechanged warpappearance and colour – I used to go on a Jovelordtimberbrown steed on a kingly circuit with my communitypeoplefollowers with a lichenpurple fringed brothcloak on my targetneckfront with an inlaid silver fibula and on my OghamMvineback a yellow troutspeckled wingshield and on my latticedbattlechest a sword with a gold fisthilt and then I considershedthrew and cast in the depths of the tidefull agepool the good book in the witnesspresence of Ronan Finn and killed with one shot his saintholy altar-boycleric and then I saw the red roundbare ghosts on the hill in the Fews and my head went grey and my two hope-eyes that were as noblecoldblackblue as glass and I was left as a lockglassgreygreen nakedwood-grazinglevitatingpaniclunatic fannelflutterloitering without clothes or food or drink but brightwhite tearswater and green blood-tracewatercress , red holly sheepberries and Jovelordtimberbrown thistle-eyecavityacorns as my lot and running with the Jovelordtimberbrown oxchampionstag all over Ireland and lying without rest aboutunder the russet bracken on a dark black night in a waxdark castrationwood and in dark oakgroves.