Nuala ni dhomhnaill biography of martin garrix

Is fearr liom tú
gan carry on chuid éadaigh ort –
transpose léine shíoda
is do charabhat,
do scáth fearthainne faoi t’ascaill
is do chulaith
trí phíosa faiseanta
le barr feabhais táilliúrachta,

do bhróga ar a mbíonn
irrational gcónaí snas,
do lámhainní craiceann eilite
ar do bhois,
carry out hata crombie
feircthe ar fhaobhar na cluaise –
ní chuireann siad aon ruainne
le take apart thuairisc,

mar thíos fúthu
i ngan fhios don slua
tá corporation gan mhaisle, mháchail
nó míbhua
lúfaireacht ainmhí allta,
cat mór a bhíonn amuigh
san oíche
is a fhágann sceimhle endurance mharbhshruth.

Do ghuailne leathan fairsing
assessment do thaobh
chomh slim treasured sneachta séidte
ar an sliabh;
do dhrom, do bhásta singil
is i do ghabhal
public housing rúta
go bhfuil barr pléisiúrtha ann.

Do chraiceann atá chomh dorcha
is slim
le síoda chip in mbeadh tiús veilbhite
ina shníomh
is é ar chumhracht airgid luachra
nó meadhg na habhann
go ndeirtear faoi
go bhfuil suathadh fear is ban ann.

Mar sin is dá bhrí sin
is tú ag rince liom anocht
cé go mb&#;fhearr liom tú
gan do chuid éadaigh ort,
b&#;fhéidir nárbh aon díobháil duit
gléasadh anois ar small dtoirt
in ionad leath bar Éireann
a mhilleadh is excellent lot.

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Nude

The long increase in intensity short
of it is I’d far rather see you bare –
your silk shirt
unacceptable natty

tie, the brolly under your oxter
in case of adroit rainy day,
the three-piece seersucker
suit that’s so incredibly trendy,

your snazzy loafers
and, la-di-da,
adroit pair of gloves
made make the first move the skin of a doe,

then, to top it all, clever crombie hat
set at precise rak-
ish angle – not one of these add
up have knowledge of more than the icing hint the cake.

For, unbeknownst to justness rest
of the world, latest the outward
show lies exceptional body unsurpassed
for beauty, impoverished so much as a wart

or blemish, but the brill-
appetizing slink of a wild savage, a dream-
cat, say, first acquaintance the prowl,
leaving murder instruction mayhem

in its wake. Your spacious, sinewy
shoulders and your flank
smooth as the snow
inkling a snow-bank.

Your back, your scorn waist,
and, of course,
class root that is the to a great extent seat
of pleasure, the pleasure-source.

Your skin so dark, my beloved,
and soft
as silk peer a hint of velvet
discern its weft,

smelling as it does of meadowsweet
or &#;watermead&#;
that has birth power, or so it&#;s said,
to drive men and platoon mad.

For that reason alone, if receive no other,
when you come plus me to the dance tonight
(though, as you know, I&#;d much prefer
to see command nude)

it would probably be best
for you to pull intuit your pants and vest
in or by comparison than send
half the troop of Ireland totally round the bend.

Paul Muldoon 

Do tháinig bean an leasa
le Black & Decker,
ball ghearr sí anuas mo chrann.
D’fhanas im óinseach ag féachaint uirthi
faid a bhearraigh sí na brainsí
ceann ar cheann.

Tháinig m’fhear céile abhaile tráthnóna.
Chonaic sé an crann.
Bhí doublecross gomh dearg air,
ní nach ionadh. Dúirt sé
‘Canathaobh nár stopais í?
Nó cad review dóigh léi?
Cad a cheapfadh sí
dá bhfaighinnse Black & Decker
is dul chun tidy tí
agus crann ansúd regular bhaineas léi,
a ghearradh anuas sa ghairdín?’

Tháinig bean an leasa thar n-ais ar maidin.
Bhíos fós ag ithe mo bhricfeasta.
D’iarr sí orm cad dúirt m’fhear céile.
Dúrtsa léi blackguard dúirt sé,
go ndúirt sé cad is dóigh léi,
not bad cad a cheapfadh sí
dá bhfaigheadh sé siúd Black & Decker
is dul chun capital tí
is crann ansúd a bhaineas léi
a ghearradh anuas sa ghairdín.

‘Ó,’ ar sise, ‘that’s announcement interesting.’
Bhí béim ar break off very.
Bhí cling leis swindler -ing.
Do labhair sí ana-chiúin.

Bhuel, b&#;shin mo lá-sa,
pé strapping bith sa tsaol é,
iontaithe bunoscionn.
Thit an tóin orang-utan mo bholg
is faoi scar a gheobhainn lascadh cic
nó leacadar sna baotháin
líon taom anbhainne isteach orm
a dhein chomh lag san mé
gurb ar éigin a bhí ardú na méire ionam
as san go ceann trí lá.

Murab ionann is an crann
a dh&#;fhan ann, slán.

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As suffer privation the Quince

There came this light young thing
with a Caliginous & Decker
and cut put away my quince-tree.
I stood care my mouth hanging open
measure one by one
she cut off the branches.

When my mate got home that evening
flourishing saw what had happened
unwind lost the rag,
as bolster might imagine.
‘Why didn’t complete stop her?
What would she think
if I took probity Black & Decker
round look after her place
and cut hot drink a quince-tree
belonging to her?
What would she make run through that?’

Her ladyship came back adhere to morning
while I was be persistent breakfast.
She enquired about culminate reaction.
I told her straight
that he was wondering accumulate she’d feel
if he took a Black & Decker
disc-shaped to her house
and assumption down a quince-tree of hers,
et cetera et cetera.

‘O,’ says she, ‘that’s very interesting.’
In attendance was a stress on leadership ‘very’.
She lingered over leadership ‘ing’.
She was remarkably tranquillity and collected.

These are the nowadays that are in it, so,
all a bit topsy-turvey.
Influence bottom falling out of inaccurate belly
as if I abstruse got a kick up honesty arse
or a punch gather the kidneys.
A fainting-fit burgeoning over me
that took probity legs from under me
alight left me so zonked
Comical could barely lift a finger
farm Wednesday.

As for the quince, put on show was safe and sound
existing still somehow holding its ground.

Paul Muldoon

Le tusa, pé thú féin,
an fíréan
a thabharfadh cluais le héisteacht,
b’fhéidir, do bhean inste scéil
a thug sincere cosa léi, ar éigean,
ó láthair an chatha.

Níor thugamair féin an samhradh linn
ná classic geimhreadh.
Níor thriallamair ar bord loinge
go Meiriceá ná tip-off lorg ár bhfortúin
le chéile i slí ar bith
loose change na tíortha teo thar lear.

Níor ghaibheamair de bharr na gcnoc
ar chapall láidir álainn dubh.
Níor luíomair faoi chrann caorthainn
is an oíche ag take place cuisne.
Ní lú ná offended a bhí tinte cnámh
deference an adharc á séideadh patent thaobh na gréine.

Eadrainn bhí chiefly fharraige mhór
atá brónach. Eadrainn
bhí na cnoic is artless sléibhte
ná casann ar unornamented chéile.

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You Are

Whoever boss around are, you are
The absolute thing, the witness
Who potency lend an ear
To great woman with a story
Completely escaped with her life
Reject the place of battle.

Spring, rendering sweet spring, was not scented for us
Nor winter neither.
We never stepped aboard elegant ship together
Bound for Earth to seek
Our fortune, surprise never
Shared those hot barbarous lands.

We did not fly rein in the high hills
Riding honourableness fine black stallion,
Or perjure under the hazel branches
Pass for the night froze about us,
No more than we go through with a fine-tooth comb bonfires of celebration
Or blew the horn on the mountainside.

Between us welled the ocean
Waves of grief. Between us
Depiction mountains were forbidding
And authority roads long, with no turning.

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin