ag deireadh an tséasúir
tá na deck-chairs
chomh huaigneach
le liathróid trá
faoin staighre
sa dílleachtlann;
seasann siad
ina líne dhíreach
timpeall na linne snámha,
lámha ceangailte
laistiar dá ndroim:
cimí
le bruach an phoill,
réidh le scaoileadh.
at the end of summer,
the deck-chairs are as lonely
as a beach ball
under the stairs
of the orphanage;
they stand in a straight line
around the swimming pool,
hands tied behind their backs:
prisoners at the edge of a pit,
waiting to be shot.
-Translated by Louis de Paor