14. one crisp sound -
voices of sparrows
dripping of melting snow
15. thin mountain air
everywhere: rock crevices
empty walnut shell
16. snowcapped hills -
the foal's mouth
flecked with mare's milk
17. old tower-bell
in Farrera de Pallars -
when will you speak again?
18. the squirrel
(on a tree I do not know)
has a brother in my land

translated from the Irish by Gabriel Rosenstock