Irish Poetry

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"A Necklace of Wrens" by Michael Hartnett, English translation by the poet.

When I was very young
     I found a nest.
Its chirping young
     were fully fledged.

They rose and re-alighted
     around my neck,
Made in the wet meadow
     a feather necklet.

To them I was not human
     but a stone or tree:
I felt a sharp wonder
     they could not

Comments

[_just_kidding]

That's beautiful... and I usually don't like poetry.