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RE: Giving thanks to those who gave their lives
I haven't long come back from Belgium visiting the grave of Ellis Humphrey Evans (Hedd Wyn) on a school trip. He was a Welsh poet who won the chair in the National Eisteddfod under the psuedonym 'fleur-de-lis', but he never got to collect his award as he died at war in Ypres. I would put the poem he won with called 'Yr Arwr' but it's 21 pages long, so here is one of his other poems:
Y Blotyn Du
Nid oes gennym hawl ar y ser,
Na'r lleuad hiraethus chwaith,
Na'r cwmwl o aur a ymylch
Yng nghanol y glesni maith.
Nid oes gennym hawl ar ddim byd,
Ond ar yr hen ddaear wyw;
A honno sy'n anhrefn i gyd
Yng nghanol gogoniant Duw
Translated:
The Black Spot
We have no right to the stars,
Nor the homesick moon,
Nor the clouds edged with gold
In the centre of the long blueness.
We have no right to anything
But the old and withered earth
That is all in chaos
At the centre of God's glory.
This post was edited on 11-13-2005 at 12:02 AM by t1a0s.
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