Languages are something to marvel at. No made up fantasy could top how diverse and endless the real world is--so when I saw this great poem in Irish Gaelic by the Irish Gabriel Rosenstock at PoetryInternational, I was excited to feature it. Here's more on him and more poems.
His poem "Maenad" is great, it's here, and "Like an Owl" is neat too, it's here. Here's an excerpt from his other poem "Liadhain":
(I)
Liadhain… Liadhain …
Knowledge flowed between us. Bhí fios agam di.
I am Cuirithir. Mé Cuirithir.
God goes halves in me Le Dia a leath dhíom
with Liadhain le Liadhain an leath eile
God’s share An leath dhíom ar le Dia í
is sterile, lifeless, is seasc, marbh
Liadhain’s An leath is Liadhain
boils me alive is bruithneach
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