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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