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'gaelic is alive', by Aonghas MacNeacail

"let’s put aside
today’s work
and dance to
the wind’s port-a-beul

‘gaelic is alive’
despite all arrows
she climbs the hillside
sapling of oak in her arms
her defiant eyes
reaching the far-off horizon
she aims for the far-off horizon
a bright lasting star in her breast

defend her from too bold a leap

but be dancing be dancing
it is work to be dancing"