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Posted by sara on January 03, 19104 at 17:08:54:

In Reply to: Re: The Dead posted by Dale Adams on December 13, 19103 at 20:54:25:

: : : Does anyone know the name of the poem that was
: : : read at the party in the movie adaptation
: : : (John Huston)of the dead?

: : I think it was "Broken Vows"

: Yes, it was translated by Lady Gregory in the 14th Century, or something like that. It was called broken Vows"
: I have the words written down somewhere. I just have to locate the notebook

This is a fragment of the Gaelic love-song "Dnall Og", translated into English by Yeats's patron, Lady Gregory.


O Donall og, if you go across the sea,
bring myself with you and do not forget it;
and you will have a sweetheart for fair days and market days,
and the daughter of the King of Greece beside you at night.

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 skin of a bird,
and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

O donall og,
it is I would be better to you
than a high proud, spendthrift lady:

I would milk the cow; I would bring help to you;
and if you were hard pressed,
I would strike a blo_w** for you.

** (underscores added to get past the CDA Censor on this site)

O, ochone,
and it's not with hunger or with wanting food,
or drink, or sleep, that I am growing thin,
and my life is shortened;
but it is the love of a young man has withered me away.

It is early in the morning that I saw him coming,
going along the road on the back of a horse;
he did not come to me;
he made nothing of me;
and it is on my way home that I cried my fill.
When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness,

I sit down and I go through my trouble;
when I see the world and do not see my boy,
he that has amber shade in his hair.

It was On that Sunday I gave my love to you;
the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday.
And myself on my knees reading the Pas_sion**;
and my two eyes giving my love to you for ever.

**(underscores added to get past the CDA Censor on this site)

O, aya!
My mother, give myself to him;
and give him all that you have in the world;
get out yourself to ask for alms,
and do not come back and forward looking for me.

My mother said to me not to be talking with you to-day,
or tomorrow, or on the Sunday;
it was a bad time she took for telling me that;
it was shutting the door after the house was robbed.

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe,
or the black coal that is on the smith's forge;
or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls;
it was you put that darkness into my life.

You have taken the east from me;
you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon,
you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great
that you have taken God from me!





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