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Wednesday, 21 June 2017

5 and a1/2 months in & out of hospital led to my operation at the Cavale Blanche, Brest 2 weeks ago, all my tubes have gone but for my temporary (3 months) bag; yesterday I began 3 weeks convalescence in Carhaix.

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Operated on Tuesday morning, had my first proper meal today (Sunday) at mid-day, fish & boiled potatoes accompanied by an apple & banana compote and a café au lait. Three tubes leading out of my body, my stomach's still a bit sore, especially when I  cough, which is a bit too often, otherwise I'm feeling very well. Another few days here at the Cavale Blanche, Brest, then 3 weeks convalescence probably/hopefully at Carhaix.

Sunday, 4 June 2017

W.H.DAVIES
A Fleeting Passion

Though shalt not laugh, though shalt not romp,
Let's grimly kiss with bated breath;
As quietly and solemnly
As life when it is kissing Death.
Now in the silence of the grave,
My hand is squeezing that soft breast;
While thou dost in such passion lie,
It mocks me with its look of rest.

But when the morning comes at last,
And we must part, our passions cold,
You'll think of some new feather, scarf
To buy with my small piece of gold,
And I'll be dreaming of green lanes,
Where little things with beating hearts
Hold shining eyes between the leaves,
Till men with horses pass, and carts.

Saturday, 3 June 2017

IDRIS DAVIES
Merthyr Tydfil:
To The Memory of Keir Hardie

They have talked of Merthyr Tydfil,
wherever men were free.
To honour those who toiled and died,
for human liberty.

And men have told her troubled tale,
to spur the sons of men.
When hopes were faint or flagging,
to lift their hearts again.

Friday, 2 June 2017

R. S. THOMAS
A Day In Autumn

It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last
Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees' shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold, a bird preening

In the lawns mirror. Having looked up
From the day's chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, something to wear
Against the heart in the long cold.



Thursday, 1 June 2017

HEDD WYN
Yr Ysgwrn

'A gwelais wrth gerdded mwsog dy lwybrau
Gestyll henllwyd a phrudd,
Ar hen dywysogion drengodd ym mwydrau
Yno yn codi o angof eu beddau
Yn fanadl a llygaid dydd.'

Wednesday, 31 May 2017



DAFYDD AP GWILYM

Dyfed a siomed, symud—ei mawrair,
      Am eryr bro yr hud;
   Doe wiwdymp yn dywedud,

Cyn hyn, Lywelyn, olud—tiriogaeth,
      Tŷ rhagof nis caeud;
   Agwrdd udd y gerdd oeddud,

Pryd glwys, prudd dadwys prif dud,—praff awdur
      Proffwydair, balchsyth, drud,
   Prif dda wawd, prawf ddywedud,

Fy ngheinllyw difyw, Deifr helgud,—baham,
      Bwhwman deigr neud glud,
   Fy nghanllaw y'm gadawud,

Gwawr gwir nef a llawr, llef alltud—oedd hon,
      Hyn oedd ddygn nas clywud;
   Gwae fi, Geli pob golud,

Pendefig, gwledig gwlad hud—is dwfn,
      Ys difai y'm dysgud.
   Pob meistrolrwydd a wyddud,

Neud dwfn dy alar, neud difud—fy llef
      Am fy llyw cadarnddrud,
   Nid diboen na'm atebud,

Gwae fi fod, elw clod, ail Clud—nyw ballodd,
      Heb allel dywedud,
   Gwn ofal tost gan ofud,

Gwae fi, Grist Celi, caled—o'm rhyfig
      A rhyfedd y'm cosbed,
   Gwymp oeddem oll cyn colled,

Gwae fi, Grist Celi, calon doll—yw'r fau,
      Wyf fyfyr am ddygngoll,
   Campus eirf, cwmpas arfoll,

Gwae fyfi fy Rhi, rhoi i'th ddarpar—Duw,
      Dwyn cadarnwalch cerddgar,
   Nid rhodd gŵyl, neud rhudd galar,

Gwae fi ddwyn, ail brwyn, breiniawl gyhoedd—llu,
      Llywodraeth y bobloedd;
   Lleas taerfalch, lles torfoedd,

Gwae fi weled, trwydded drwg,
Neuaddau milwr, tŵr teg,
Annawn oes, un yn ysig,

Gwae'r nai a oerai, a ery—gweled,
      Gwaelawd cof a'm deffry,
   Y llys fraith yn llaesu fry,

Llys gwin ac emys, ddigamoedd—gyllid,
      Och golli a'i gwnaddoedd,
   Llys naf aur, lles niferoedd,

Os marw fy ewythr, ys mawr—o ryfedd,
      Aur Afia Cymru i lawr,
   Nad eddwyf, nai a'i diddawr,

Gŵr oedd Lywelyn, gwir ganu—prudd,
      Cyn rhoi pridd i'w ddeutu,
   Pwynt rhyfel heb ymgelu,

Gŵr, nid gwas, a las o loes archoll—dur,
      A diriaid fu'r dygngoll,
   Gwrawl hawl mewn helm drwydoll,

Pwnc truan oerwan am eurwas—yw hyn,
      Honni mawr alanas,
   Cain arddelw cyfan urddas,

Dihareb yw hon, dywirir—ym mro,
      A laddo a leddir.
   Diben fo, hwn a dybir,

Llithr ddagrau bid mau, modd chweg,—och allell
      A chyllell faelereg,
   Llawer och dost ar osteg,

Nid diofal, ffyrfdal ffêr,
Y gelyn a wnêl galar;
A laddo dyn â'i loywddur,

Heilbryn flodeuyn diwyd—a dderyw,
      Ddeurudd diymoglyd;
   Llwyr ydd aeth, gwingaeth gyngyd,

      A gaiff dial cuall;
   A wnêl drwg o dreigl anghall

Dall fydd byd, dull gwŷd gwedy,—ddwyn llygad
      Oedd yn Lloegr a Chymru.
   Dwg i'th wledd, ni'm gomeddy,

Cyfiawnder fu ef, cyfundeb—cyrdd aur,
      Cerddwriaeth ddoethineb;
   Cyweirdant pob cywirdeb,

Lles bychan buan yw bod—yn rhullfalch,
      A'r hollfyd fel ffurf rhod;
   Llew syberw lliaws wybod,

Llew olwg farchog, Llywelyn,—o'th las
      I'th lys deg yn Emlyn,
   Llai yw'r dysg, medd llawer dyn,

Och ddwyn Llywelyn, och ddoeth,—a ddodaf,
      Och a ddyd ei gyfoeth,
   Och rydd a roddaf drannoeth,

Och, och, y Ddôl Goch, ddaly gŵyl—barchus
      Am dy berchen annwyl;
   Och wedy'r ddwyoch ddiwyl,

Wylais lle gwelais lle gwely—f'arglwydd,
      Band oedd fawrglod hynny?
   Gair ateb, wyf gâr yty,

Gwaelfyrn gwawl tefyrn, gweli tafawd,—gwaith
      Gwaeth bellach myfyrdawd;
   Gwaeg cedyrn, gwag yw ceudawd,

Salw a thost am iôr costrith,
Selerwin fyrdd-drin feirdd-dreth,
Campus reddf cwmpas roddfath,

Coeth edling, fflowr dling dy lis—oreuraid,
      Wared clochdy Paris;
   Cymro glew a'n gadewis,

Truan ac eirian, pawb a garo—dadl,
      Aed Landudoch heno;
   Doethineb neud aeth yno,
   Diwyd grair dan dywod gro.

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

A Letter To My Aunt - Poem by Dylan Thomas
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry


To you, my aunt, who would explore
The literary Chankley Bore,
The paths are hard, for you are not
A literary Hottentot
But just a kind and cultured dame
Who knows not Eliot (to her shame).
Fie on you, aunt, that you should see
No genius in David G.,
No elemental form and sound
In T.S.E. and Ezra Pound.
Fie on you, aunt! I'll show you how
To elevate your middle brow,
And how to scale and see the sights
From modernist Parnassian heights.

First buy a hat, no Paris model
But one the Swiss wear when they yodel,
A bowler thing with one or two
Feathers to conceal the view;
And then in sandals walk the street
(All modern painters use their feet
For painting, on their canvas strips,
Their wives or mothers, minus hips).

Perhaps it would be best if you
Created something very new,
A dirty novel done in Erse
Or written backwards in Welsh verse,
Or paintings on the backs of vests,
Or Sanskrit psalms on lepers' chests.
But if this proved imposs-i-ble
Perhaps it would be just as well,
For you could then write what you please,
And modern verse is done with ease.

Do not forget that 'limpet' rhymes
With 'strumpet' in these troubled times,
And commas are the worst of crimes;
Few understand the works of Cummings,
And few James Joyce's mental slummings,
And few young Auden's coded chatter;
But then it is the few that matter.
Never be lucid, never state,
If you would be regarded great,
The simplest thought or sentiment,
(For thought, we know, is decadent);
Never omit such vital words
As belly, genitals and -----,
For these are things that play a part
(And what a part) in all good art.
Remember this: each rose is wormy,
And every lovely woman's germy;
Remember this: that love depends
On how the Gallic letter bends;
Remember, too, that life is hell
And even heaven has a smell
Of putrefying angels who
Make deadly whoopee in the blue.
These things remembered, what can stop
A poet going to the top?

A final word: before you start
The convulsions of your art,
Remove your brains, take out your heart;
Minus these curses, you can be
A genius like David G.

Take courage, aunt, and send your stuff
To Geoffrey Grigson with my luff,
And may I yet live to admire
How well your poems light the fire.

Re Lloyd-George:
   ' .......So that was what "politics" now meant for Welsh Liberalism, not the corporate struggle for a noble aim, but an obsequious subservience to the ascendancy of one man; no policy for a nation however strong that man's passion for social justice. It is indeed a far cry from here to 1886.
     The advice was taken, but it was not for Wales, but her leaders who reaped the "substantial benefits." For the parallel between the effect on Wales of Henry Vll and Lloyd George can be taken farther than the seduction of the dominant class from their loyalty in Wales under the cloak of service to her; it holds for the method adopted to confirm Welshmen in their new allegiance - a revolting system of rewards. The struggling nationalist movement was overwhelmed by an avalanche of offices and honours. Between this famous victory of 1906 and 1918 some three dozen Welsh M.P.s received honours or appointments, and the policy, which was extended to a far wider field than the political, was apparently pursued with complete cynicism.
     The Liberal victory in Wales in 1906 was held to "reflect the rapid growth of a vehement spirit of nationalism in Wales." No doubt it did reflect the nationalism of the people of Wales; it is the ordinary people of Wales who have been through the last four centuries the custodians of the Welsh tradition. It was not the people of Wales who failed, but their leaders. Had they leaders worthy of them, with strength enough to resist the fleshpots of the English Parties, they would by now have been led to national freedom. One of that generation was asked to point out the difference between Irish and Welsh nationalism. "The leaders of Irish nationalism," he said, "live a great deal of their time in gaol, and many of them die on the gallows. In Wales they live in comfort and die with a considerable amount of property to dispose of under their wills.
     Not much was needed to keep the Welsh Parliamentary Party in its place. One searches in vain through these decades for a tribute of admiration to their selfless struggle for Wales, for although there were some very fine exceptions among them, they made no such struggle. "The Welsh (Parliamentary) Party as such is a negligible factor in our national life. Where it ought to dominate it is utterly unregarded. It exerts no authority in Wales; it wields no influence at Westminster. It has never evolved a programme or inspired a policy. Not once in its uneventful history has it heralded an advance in Welsh Politics."
     When the new Parliament assembled Ellis Griffith proposed to the Parliamentary Party that its decisions should be binding upon its members, on all matters, but found only five to support him. Thus even when they were all drawn from one Party, there was no unity among them on Welsh questions? Such a "Party" does not even aspire to effectiveness.
     The Welsh cultural movement as distinct from the political, went from strength to strength in this period. It was the heyday of Y Beirniad, Cymru and Y Geninen, of new life in poetry, prose, literary criticism and industrial research; and this development was to prove far more fruitful than the sterile politics of the time. It is to this period that we owe the National Library, the National Museum, and the Welsh Department of Education, which was given through the influence of Lloyd George as a sop for the failure to secure a Council of Education for Wales.'

     The moral of the story is that English Parties and their Welsh puppets are self-serving and not Wales serving.

VOTE LEANNE WOOD (and PLAID CYMRU - THE PARTY OF WALES) whose 'raison d'être is the defence of Wales and is no puppet.

Annie Ebrel & Nolwen le Buhe

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Born Aug 3 1951, Merthyr Tydfil, Cymru/Wales.Moved to Brittany Sept. 1979.I run a rustic Bar in a village of fewer than 800h.Real ale& best whisk(e)ys.At the moment I'm occupied with photos, flowers and music. For more information look up my site & blog: http://crwtynrhifnaw.blogspot.com my story: http://taffawrnantmorlais.blogspot.com my photos:http://picasaweb.google.com/BynWalters    my photos: http://patrimoinebreton/blogspot.com    a.n.other: http://mymiscellaneous-bynbrynman.blogspot.com

 

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