DOIS POEMAS IRLANDESES – por Rachel Gutiérrez

                                          

to Dublin

Dubln, your chimneys at a distance

Take mysterious forms of guardian angels

Of Ireland mythic and mystic

Or maybe they are Celtic Gods

That command your sensuality

And protect your heroes and martyrs

Your poets and humorists

And James Joyce who left you

But thought about you always

As his Ithaca

Your Penelopes, your guides

Also guardian angels of your history

You have a thousand suffered years

You are a Woman conquered

By the English, dominated

But proudly resistant

And finally liberated, Yes

Like Molly, recreated

By herself.

 

Dublin revisited

 

She already knew the place

Where the spirit of music

Fills the electric air

Where green is shining

And the sea and lonely Waters

Mirror the Sky

And as a pilgrim she went

Once more to hear the music

Where friends are warm and gentle

As only Dubliners can be

This time she saw the shining

Mountains

And a tower by the sea

Indeed the green was shining

And sky was in the waters

Once more the electric air

Filled the secret temple

Of poetry.

 Ilustração – Quadro de Dorindo Carvalho