Eire
What
am I to do in this rain-drenched
moss-green
island
the
sun
sets
there
whiskey-coloured
visit
a Pub, I think
and
from there
drunk...
-at
the stroke of closing time
full
of midnight
desires
plan
to call
the
sweetest copper-haired
of
all Ireland
if
she wants to be unfaithful,
Miss
Deirdre of Usnach
with
me, a stranger
from
Bergen, North-Holland
(her
fairylike green eyes
as
frivolous
as
an Easter Rising...)
westwards
far
behind
the molehills
of
the pixies!
O,
Ireland, Blissful Island
besides
the
ulcus
of
Ulster...
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Manuel Kneepkens [1942]
(photo Internet)
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..nice translation.. 0-x-0
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