March belongs to the Irish poets. Ireland’s dramatic landscape, history, language and people have granted richness and dignity to their poetry. There are so many remarkable poets and poems to choose from so I decided to start at the beginning.
“The Mystery” is considered to be the first Irish poem attributed to one of Ireland’s earliest poets, Amergin, a druid, bard and judge for the Milesians in the Irish Mythological Cycle. The Mythological Cycle refers to an ancient literary tradition that concerns a godlike people. Ah, it does sound rather mysterious….
By Amergin (Translated by Douglas Hyde)
I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows,
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture upon the rocks,
I am a beam of the sun,
I am the fairest of plants,
I am a wild boar in valour,
I am a salmon in the water,
I am a lake in the plain,
I am a word of science,
I am the point of the lance of battle,
I am the God who created in the head the fire.
Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun?
(If not I)