Broken vows...
Broken Vows This was translated by Lady Gregory from an eighth century Middle Irish poem called Donal Og. I think it is one of the most moving and eloquently expressed poem i have ever read and I thought you guys might like to share it. Anyway see what you think It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh. It is you are the lonely bird through the woods; and that you may be without a mate until you find me. You promised me, and you said a lie to me, that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked; I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you, and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb. You promised me a thing that was hard for you, a ship of gold under a silver mast; twelve towns with a market in all of them, and a fine white court by the side of the sea. You promised me a thing that is not possible, that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish; that you would give me shoes of the sk...
