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University of St. Thomas (Center for Irish Studies)
ON HEARING IRISH SPOKEN IN SOUTH DUBLINAuthor(s): Justin QuinnSource: New Hibernia Review / Iris Éireannach Nua, Vol. 13, No. 1 (EARRACH / SPRING 2009),p. 43Published by: University of St. Thomas (Center for Irish Studies)Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25660846 .
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FiHocht Nua: New Poetry
ON HEARING IRISH SPOKEN IN SOUTH DUBLIN
The whole Victorian terrace changes tint
like when clouds go or come, a hint
or Chinese whisper, a catch deep in the lungs. Thoughts float between the two official tongues like oysters changing sex with changing seasons on rocks that steeply shelve into the ocean.
Lift up the shell and sluice one down your throat, and through the darker months your soul goes fluid. It spills its love about day after day of this Atlantic island, sweet and gay.
FIRST SPRING DAYS
Out walking with one child in a papoose, the other by the hand, cool in a hood and throwing questions and some mild abuse,
we came upon two lovers in the wood.
We slowed to give them time, as we'd reckoned
we couldn't turn. They rose, a little coy,
and as we passed our eyes locked for a second,
on either side of that explosive joy.
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