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Bhí aithne agam uair ar bhean
a thuig meanma na bhfear
Le tuiscint ámhra.
Bhí a caolmhéara
cliste in ann
Ár gcuid lochtanna a nochtadh
Le neart lasair..
Thug mé cuairt uirthi lá
`is bhain ciúinas
an chlochair sin geit asam,
gur thuig mé sa dheireadh
an fáth ar sheachain sí muid.
mar níl aon didéan chomh cinnte
le barróg buan na haonaireachta.
SANCTUARY
I once knew a girl
Who understood men
With an awesome accuracy!
Her slender,knowing fingers
Could point to our faults
With the intensity of a flame.
I visited her once
And was stunned by the silence
In that convent,
Until it came to me gradually,
That no man`s arms could hold
her,
Like the all-embracing grip of solitude.
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