Brendan Behan Poem – The Coming Of Spring

Here is a gentle piece of verse from the roguish Irish poet and playwright, Brendan Behan.

Teacht an Earraigh – The Coming Of Spring

Springtime

Oh you coarse Gaelic Cold!
I hate your sour expression!
The north wind blows:
Tough tormented trembling
Without vitality or verve
Without youth or use
Until the bright feast of Brigid
And the resurrection of joy

The wind comes from the south :
A promise of sun for my limbs
A fresh life exciting me
Awakening of the blood

Winter weather
You ancient season:
Twenty welcomes to you and more,
Oh Spring of the young!

Brendan Behan

(Translation provided by Skull of Bard, Thigh of Chief)

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