Naoise: Deirdre's Love, Great Hero, Hunter, Singer by diddles25, literature
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Naoise: Deirdre's Love, Great Hero, Hunter, Singer
Naoise, the husband of fair Deirdre Over whom kings and lords fought to catastrophe. Deirdre, she was as courageously determined As Naoise was beautiful and sweet-voiced. Naoise would not be a great warrior, a hero, If he was not masterly on the harp, in Poetry, at fidhcheall, skilled. Music and Poetry are close kin, and he had a song in his heart. Naoise, a great, valiant warrior and hunter, He composed as a harper, singing sweetly Beautiful music that the fairest of all Ireland Herself heard: Deirdre of the sorrows of Ulster Just of marriageable age and a bad prophecy on her, She would be married to king Conchobhar soon; The aging, foul-tempered king disgusted the maiden, Determined that Life would be her own. For months, Deirdre saw, in visions, A handsome young warrior of raven hair, of Snowy complexion, cheeks as red as Blood, a great fearless champion in battle Naoise matched the exact description of those Very visions of courageous Deirdre; A sincere maiden enamored of him,
Keening Women, Protestors by diddles25, literature
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Keening Women, Protestors
Gaelic women would have to find
The bodies of their loved ones after battle,
Despite horror and grief, they had to
Prepare them for burial, horror of slaughter.
Bereft families hired keening-women,
To guide the whole community through grieving,
From the wake-house to the burial,
Lamenting and praising the dead…
Lamenting and praise for the dead,
Praise of their ancestors, bewailing
The heaviness and sorrow of the survivors,
Guiding homeward the free soul…
Guiding homeward the soul,
Like the banshee, her fairy counterpart
Who warns a family of death
By her weeping and wailing through the night…
Fairy-women who were once
Deirdre of the Sorrows, You're Not to Blame by diddles25, literature
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Deirdre of the Sorrows, You're Not to Blame
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Deirdre nam Bròn, Chan e Thu as Coireach
‘Dhèirdre, dé an fios a bh’a’dsa? ‘N robh fios a’d
Air an fhàisneachamh uasach siud an Dhraoidh Cathbhadh?
Dé a smaointich thu? An d’ ghabh thusa uath aig an
Smaoin sin gum millteamh rìoghachd mhór air do shon…?
An dh’iarr thu an dàn sin gun d’ dh’fhàisnich Cathbhadh?
Aig cuirm Chonchobhair, an Rìgh Ultach cumhachdach,
Is nan Curaidh n
Deirdre and Naoise, Domestic Scenes II by diddles25, literature
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Deirdre and Naoise, Domestic Scenes II
“I cannot eat the flesh of a hare, you know that and they know that,” Deirdre said of the night before as she harvested leeks and cabbage with her friends, “I do not want my child born with a hare-lip.”
“Men,” Brìghid and Dearbhail said in concert, all of them sharing a look of annoyance.
Deirdre was close to fruition of her pregnancy and the cravings and the weight of her increasing belly were vexing her, together with the nights without sleep that were growing more frequent.
“Ailpean still has trouble with that, that there are things that a pregnant woman cannot eat,” said Eithne,
Loowit, Mt St Helens, Cascadian Helen of Troy by diddles25, literature
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Loowit, Mt St Helens, Cascadian Helen of Troy
In the age before Europeans invaded the lands
Of the Puyallup, Klickitat, Cowlitz, and Yakama Nations,
The Mountains now known as Mount Hood,
Mount Adams, and Mount St. Helens
Were the actors in an unfortunate love-triangle;
The Klickitat tell the tale of
Two young chieftains who are brothers at war with each other,
Of Tyhee Saghalie, the Chief of the Gods
Of the Klickitat Nation, and a young woman
Who tended the fire for both nations
But who could not choose between the brothers.
And the tale begins at what is now called “The Dalles”…
A long time past, in a younger world, life is good and people are happy.
The Great Spiri