Words speak for themselves from the commonality and understanding of generations, but are chosen aloud by the poet and re-ordered. Words and experiences are not just from the experience they are born of. The best words in the best order of care, like a tapestry being spinning in tribute to the Bee. Learning the loneness of the poet is a long time coming, to see if inspiration would be the grimness. If lucky, a poem (Mac Fhearghusa 2002: v)survives. 1This is a thoughtful description of the poet's task in the language of Pádraig Mac Fhearghusa (1947–). This gradual process is remarkable in word craftsmanship which suggests that this poet is moved to action out of creativity and that the poet's ability is closely related to the transformation of the words from which poetry is generated.