I’m trying to learn Gaelic… but I have to say, that although I really enjoy it, I’m making very little progress. Today we had our workshop with our teacher from Colaiste na nGael, who comes to spend a Saturday morning a month with us. The featured image, by the way, is of our teacher when he led us on an expedition last year to explore the links between Iceland and Ireland
He always tries to bring us something of interest to look at at the end of the lesson, and today it was this rather good poem:
Seomra na Ríomhairí
Sáite sa ghnó
Tá na daltaí
Ag oibriú cnaipí:
Ar an scáileáin ghlasa
Nochtar litreacha
Ár n-aoise.
Ní minic pleidhcíocht
I seomra na ríomhairí
Is teampall beannaithe é
Mar a dtugtar urraim
Do Dhia na huaire.
Tá blianta
De bhuntáiste
Ag mo dhaltaí orm
Agus is duine gan aird mé
I saol na n-earraí crua
Is na n-earraí boga.
Fanaim amuigh
Ar eagla mo shéidte
Ó nach bhfuilim cláraithe
Is ionróir spáis mé.
by Déaglán Collinge
The Computer Room
Buried in work,
The students
Are pressing the keys,
On the green screens
The letters of our age are laid bare.
There’s not often foolishness
In the computer room,
The holy place,
Respect is given
To the god of the hour.
There’s years
Advantage that
My students have on me,
And I’m a person without interest
In the world of hardware
And software
I stay outside,
For fear of being blown away;
I’m not programmed,
I’m a space invader.
by Déaglán Collinge
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