Tuesday, June 23, 2015

A Poem About Nothing/Something (The Strange Irish Language)

Nothing Is Something--In Irish-Gaelic

Irish has many words for different kinds of nothingness:
Ladhar, the empty spaces between your fingers and toes;
Ioscaid, the hollow space behind the knee.

Do they have a Gaelic word for the emptiness of my brain on a Thursday night in February?
Or the hollowness of my heart after my mother died?
Or how my soul would feel if you ever left me?

Yes, the Irish,
And really all of us humans,
Understand a lot about nothing.

[Bob Coughlin / June 20, 2014]

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