Ancient Comforts

CYSURON HYNAFOL Buchod yn pori ar y bryn pell. Rhosynnau, cydblethodd ar y ffens haearn allan o flaen. Ac yn y gegin o tŷ carreg hwn yn y glyn o’r Afon Almond, rwy’n eistedd gyda fy cwpan o goffi bore. ANCIENT COMFORTS Cattle graze on the far hill. Roses intertwined on the iron fence out … More Ancient Comforts

A few of my own…

… poems written in Wales, in English, and my own Welsh translations. DOLWYDDELAN This ancient village in the meadow of the Irish saint, once home to Gwynedd’s princes— Moel Siabod’s barren peak watches over stone houses the color of the Welsh sky, now homes for commuters, and weekenders from England. Mae’r pentref hynafol yn y … More A few of my own…

Consider Famous Men: One more poem from Idris Davies

Given the news of the past few days–the calls to bail out corporations, but offer paltry amounts of support to workers; politicians, CEOs, and the President willing to put people at risk of sickness and even death in order to get the economy going again and their profits and stocks on the rise again; the … More Consider Famous Men: One more poem from Idris Davies