An gort i gcéin

Good morning Sebastian,
The line about the field remembering rain arrived a few seconds late for me — in a good way. I first read it as beautiful, then slightly eerie.
I also like that the poem never tries to enlarge itself. Even the movement of the gate only happens once, and that restraint gives the whole thing its tension.
And keeping the title in Irish was smarter than translating it. “The distant field” would have flattened the atmosphere immediately.

Regards,
Rolph