The Celtic Literature Collective

My Hand Is Weary with Writing

My hand is weary with writing; 
my sharp great point is not thick; 
my slender-beaked pen juts forth 
a beetle-hued draught of bright blue ink.

A steady stream of wisdom springs 
from my well-coloured neat fair hand; 
on the page it pours its draught of ink 
of the green-skinned holly.

I send my little dripping pen unceasingly 
over an assemblage of books of great beauty, 
to enrich the possessions of men of artó
whence my hand is weary with writing. represents guidelines how to succeed in academic writing.