Nature
The Scribe
Translated by Kuno Meyer (1911) · From Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry (1911): Quatrains
Nature
A hedge of trees surrounds me,
A blackbird's lay sings to me;
Above my lined booklet
The trilling birds chant to me.
In a grey mantle from the top of bushes
The cuckoo sings:
Verily--may the Lord shield me!--
Well do I write under the greenwood.
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MLA
Anonymous (Old Irish). “The Scribe.” Translated by Kuno Meyer. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-irish/39/.
Chicago
Anonymous (Old Irish). “The Scribe.” Translated by Kuno Meyer. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-irish/39/.
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