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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym...
...Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris, and woke up neither dead nor mad;
Who rhymed until all the tongues had wound themselves three times round the room;
Whose harp was a loom; whose fingers were the fast-moving shuttle of joyousness and praise;
Who tangled Rhys Meigen with a mile-long lash of satire, stunned him with blunt metaphors, slit his throat with word-scythes;
Who gave thanks for gloves, and blackbirds, and the sidelong-glances of girls;
Who demolished walls with a sigh of assonance;
Who made messengers of the mistlethrush, songthrush, woodcock, seagull, titmouse, trout and glaze-eyed salmon;
Who kissed them as he charmed them, praised them as he tamed them, blessed them as he sent them;
Who harnessed the wind to his trade, swore by the light of stars, cursed the ice, did battle with brambles and with geese, poured out spite at clocks and crows;
Who made castles out of broom and serried their battlements with hawthorn and with sloes;
Who built naves out of branches, consecrated seeds of elms, took his communion at mountain springs with roe-deer and with swans;
Who saw bird-servers and choristers in the branches, singing praise to Mair and Dwynwen;
Who watered bowers with tears, breathed sunlight on the sprigs, powdered girls with pollen and spores of bracken;
Who hid there from heat and from husbands, held hands with Morfudd in the shadows, strung out her hair to shame the sun;
Who waited there for Dyddgu and was disappointed;
Who had the nuns, set his sights on the abbess;
Who arraigned his own penis in lawsuits;
Who was distracted in the cathedral;
Who made trouble in a tavern;
Who wore peacock-garlands on his arm;
Who left a trail of cuckolds;
Who gouged a furrow from Basaleg to Ystrad Fflur;
Who licked out half of Llanbadarn;
Who recanted his trade in perfect englynion;
Who caught plague as he had contracted love;
Who was the grief of Morfudd, Dyddgu and of nuns;
Who caused birds to weep tears;
Who made the fallow deer hang his antlers;
Who gave the cuckoo no answer;
Who became a yew tree;
Who sheds needles and berries;
Who grows hollow at his heart;
Whose bark is red, whose harp was glad;
Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris;
Who woke up neither dead nor mad.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2013. With apologies to Dylan Thomas and Allen Ginsberg. The Triads attest that anyone who sleeps on the slopes of Cadair Idris will be either dead, mad or a poet by morning. A long-standing tradition has it that Dafydd died of the plague, and was buried beneath the yew in the churchyard adjoining Ystrad Fflur (Strata Florida) Abbey.
- published: 15 Sep 2013
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ap Gwilym scholar R. Geraint Gruffydd suggests ca.1315-ca.1350 as his dates; other scholars place him a little later, ca.1320-ca.1370.)
Life
Tradition has it that he was born at Brogynin, Penrhyn-coch (at the time Llanbadarn Fawr parish), Ceredigion. His father, Gwilym Gam, and mother, Ardudfyl, were both from noble families. As one of noble birth it seems Dafydd did not belong to the guild of professional poets in medieval Wales, and yet the poetic tradition had been strong in his family for generations.
According to R. Geraint Gruffydd he died in 1350, a possible victim of the Black Death. Tradition says that he was buried within the precinct of the Cistercian Strata Florida Abbey, Ceredigion. This burial location is disputed by supporters of the Talley Abbey theory who contend that burial took place in the Talley Abbey Churchyard:
On Saturday 15 September 1984 a memorial stone was unveiled by a Prifardd to mark the site in the churchyard at Talley where a deeply-rooted tradition asserts that the poet Dafydd ap Gwilym lies buried. For many centuries the rival claims of Talley and Ystrad Fflur have been debated as the burialplace of Wales’ foremost poet.
The first recorded observation that Dafydd ap Gwilym was buried in Talley was made in the sixteenth century. Talley is located about 30 miles from Strata Florida (Welsh: Ystrad Fflur).
Poetry
It is believed that about one hundred and seventy of his poems have survived, though many others have been attributed to him over the centuries. His main themes were love and nature. The influence of wider European ideas of courtly love, as exemplified in the troubadour poetry of Provençal, is seen as a significant influence on Dafydd's poetry.
He was an innovative poet who was responsible for popularising the metre known as the "cywydd" and first to use it for praise. But perhaps his greatest innovation was to make himself the main focus of his poetry. By its very nature, most of the work of the traditional Welsh court poets kept their own personalities far from their poetry. Dafydd's work is full of his own feelings and experiences. His main theme is love, and many of his poems are addressed to women, but particularly to two of them, Morfudd and Dyddgu. He is also recognised as a very fine nature poet. His best-known works include the following poems:
Morfudd fel yr haul (Morfudd like the sun), a poem to the wife of an Aberystwyth merchant who seems to have had a long affair with Dafydd, and whom he addressed in many poems; full text
Merched Llanbadarn (The girls of Llanbadarn), in which he speaks of going to church on Sunday purely in order to ogle the local women; full text
Trafferth mewn tafarn (Trouble in a tavern), in which he recounts an incident in a tavern that would be worthy of any slapstick film; full text
Yr wylan (The seagull), a poem in which Dafydd asks a seagull to carry a message to his love; full text
Y Rhugl Groen (The rattle bag), in which Dafydd's intercourse with a young girl is cruelly interrupted; full text; and
Cywydd y gal (A poem in praise of the penis), a risqué piece of pure medieval erotica; full text. Until recently not included in Dafydd's canon for reasons of editorial squeamishness.
According to Charles Johnston's explanatory notes on the Astrée / Naïve CD 'Beethoven: Irish, Welsh & Scottish Songs' (2001), the words to WoO155 '26 wallisische Lieder', Nr.14 'Der Traum' (1810), were "translated from the Welsh of Dafydd ap Gwilym". This would be Dafydd's dream-vision poem 'Y Breuddwyd'.
- published: 28 Mar 2016
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Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson.
ELEGY FOR DAFYDD AP GWILYM
Yesternight when Dafydd died
A yawning morn of dolour dawned;
A knot of minstrelsy untwined,
In waking Wales a gaping wound.
Praise-shaper, bard of wonder,
Girl-blesser, abbess-wooer,
Craftsman of the silken word,
Cuckold-maker of his weird,
Hawk of girls, baiting lasses:
Constricting codes, taut jesses,
Cannot constrain tiercel-flight
Gyring, stooping, swooping light,
And crooked-clawed for catching love:
Words to take the prey alive
And turn her, at a soaring height,
Into the falcon of his heart.
I am a dog! Poet damned!
A world bereft of him is doomed
To live at a slower rate:
Dafydd sang; I merely prate,
Respectable and refined.
He the core, I the rind,
He the seedling, I the husk,
He the dawning, I the dusk,
I the pilferer of praise,
He the thrush who with no pause
Pours out songs into the wind:
His pinions hope, bill a wand
Of changing, making girls gold,
Raising bowers out of mould.
Roebuck's antler, sharp of tine,
Salmon-scale, borne of brine,
Jackdaw-jester, raven's craw,
Fiend of love, delight of war --
A path of thorns lies ahead
Now that vision's voice is dead.
Pale Morfudd of mourning brow
Only Mair can claim him now.
I began by paraphrasing Iolo Goch's elegy for the great bard, but could not penetrate the rather formal style of the surviving poet, who was about ten years younger than Dafydd. The thirteenth line of Iolo's elegy invokes the image of the "hawk of girls", but instantly drops it again; I have chosen to sustain it for the rest of the first verse paragraph. Iolo praises Dafydd's learning, but accuses him of "presumption" at one point. It is clear that Iolo did not know Dafydd at all well on a personal level, even though the former was the inheritor of the cywydd verse form which Dafydd pioneered. I have replaced most of Iolo's stately praises in the second verse paragraph with images of Dafydd's own, and in view of my own exceedingly minor status as a poet, have, I hope, lent the poem a humility which the original seems to lack. This is not to suggest that Iolo was not a supreme wordsmith. His own 'Description of a Girl' must surely have brought a smile to Dafydd's face, assuming that he lived to read it.
- published: 12 Jul 2011
- views: 269
Dafydd ap Gwilym (fl.1330-50):
'Trafferth mewn Tafarn' ['Trouble at an Inn'].
Tref./arr. Peter Greenhill.
Performed by / Perfformiwyd gan Gwilym Morus.
© Copyright Bangor University and Beyond Text
This is an excerpt from the debut performance of Datgeiniaeth, the group reviving the lost medieval art of that name, at Bangor University in Wales in May 2009. Datgeiniaeth was the rhythmic vocal art of performing bardic verse in medieval Wales, with percussive or stringed accompaniment. Bardic verse was not designed as poetry to be read privately but as lyrics for musical delivery, full of rhythmic trickery, each line rich with complex rhymes and alliterations. The focus was on the tongue, used as a percussive instrument, and not on singing melodies. This extraordinary style of vocal music has been revived using the original bardic grammars and musical records (particularly the Welsh harp tablature copied by Robert ap Huw in the early 17th century) by the musician and scholar Peter Greenhill through decades of investigation.
Datgeiniaeth gratefully acknowledges the support of the Arts Council of Wales, Siubhal, the Arts and Humanities Research Council and the University of Wales in preparing this performance.
- published: 16 Jan 2010
- views: 4809
Can/ Song: "Carlo"
Canwr/ Singer: Dafydd Iwan
- Can ddychanol sydd yn gwneud hwyl am ben y Tywysog Siarl, "Tywysog Cymru", ond eto nid oes dim byd Cymraeg amdano fel mae'r gan yn ei gyfleu. Yn wreiddiol fe gafodd y gan ei hysgrifennu fel protest yn erbyn yr arwisgo yn 1969. -
- A satirical song poking fun at Prince Charles who's title is 'Prince of Wales', yet there is nothing Welsh about him... The song conveys this well. Originally, this song was a protest against the investiture of Prince Charles in 1969. -
Note: "Carlo" is a nickname given to Charles. The English translation of 'Carlo' would be 'Charlie'.
http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/insrv/libraries/scolar/digital/welshballads/painting.html
Geiriau:
Mae gen i ffrind bach yn byw ym Muckingham Palas,
A Charlo Windsor yw ei enw ef.
Tro dwethaf es i gnocio ar ei ddrws ei dy,
Daeth ei Fam i'r drws a medde hi wrthof i...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
Fe gafodd ei addysg draw yng ngwlad Awstralia,
Ac yna lan i Scotland yr aeth o.
Colofn y diwylliant Cymraeg,
Cyfrannwr i Dafod y Ddraig,
Aelod o'r Urdd, gwersyllwr er cyn cof...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
Bob wythnos mae e'n darllen Y Cymro a'r Faner,
Yn darllen Dafydd ap Gwilym yn ei wely bob nos,
Mae dyfodol y wlad a'r iaith yn agos at ei galon fach ef,
Y mae'n fwy o genedlaetholwr na'r FWA...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
O ie, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi ie, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi ie, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, daiogion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
English translation lyrics:
"Carlo"
I've a little friend who lives in Buckingham Palace,
And Carlo Windsor is his name.
Last time I went to knock on his door,
His Mother answered and she told me...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
He recieved his education over in Australia,
And off to Scotland did he go.
Columnist of Welsh culture,
Contributor to 'Tafod y Ddraig'
A member of the Urdd, a camper ever since I can remember...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
Every week he reads the 'Cymro' and the 'Faner',
He reads Dafydd ap Gwilym in his bed every night,
The future of the language and country is close to his heart
He's a greater nationalist than the FWA...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
Oh yeah, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today yeah, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy yeah, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
- published: 07 Dec 2010
- views: 20503
Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages.
Life
Dafydd was born into a family of Norman ancestry in Hanmer, in Flintshire (now Wrexham County Borough), north-east Wales. As a freeman and landowner within Welsh society he was not, like most of his contemporaries, dependent upon patronage.
Dafydd was the bardic disciple of Maredudd ap Rhys and was in turn, the bardic tutor of Tudur Aled and Gutun Owain.
Poetry
The main themes of Dafydd’s poetry were love and nature in the tradition of Dafydd ap Gwilym. His best-known poems include the following cywyddau:
Cywydd Merch ("To a girl")
I Wallt Merch ("A lady’s hair")
Enwi’r Ferch ("Naming the girl")
Unlike many of his contemporaries, such as Guto'r Glyn or Lewys Glyn Cothi, Dafydd eschewed the Wars of the Roses and politics. However, Dafydd was moved to compose an elegy for his friend, the harpist Siôn Eos, who was hanged for killing a man in a tavern brawl. In this, arguably his finest poem, Dafydd expresses his own anti-English sentiment, and regrets that Siôn Eos could not have been tried under the more humane Laws of Hywel Dda, resulting in compensation being paid to the victim’s family under the old Welsh law rather than the capital punishment of “cyfraith Lundain” ("London’s law").
Marwnad Siôn Eos ("The Death of Sion Eos")
1450 eisteddfod and its legacy
In 1450 Dafydd won the silver chair at an eisteddfod held at Carmarthen. This was achieved with a cywydd in praise of the Trinity, which exemplified the 24 metres of Welsh bardic poetry reformed by Dafydd, previously codified by Einion Offeiriad and Dafydd Ddu o Hiraddug. He deleted two metres and replaced them with the more complicated Gorchest y Beirdd and the Cadwynfyr.
The 24 metres presented by Dafydd at the eisteddfod became widely adopted throughout Wales. While the training of poets had always been kept within bardic circles, with the craft handed down from tutor to pupil, Dafydd’s reforms of the metres subsequently increased the segregation between the “professional elite” and the amateur poets. However the consequence of this, and of Dafydd in particular, was that greater emphasis was placed upon the bardic craft with its adherence to the stricter metres rather than on the content and theme of the poems. The passion and intensity of Dafydd ap Gwilym and Llywelyn Goch ap Meurig Hen tended to be lost.
- published: 28 Mar 2016
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ap Gwilym scholar R. Geraint Gruffydd suggests ca.1315-ca.1350 as his dates; other scholars place him a little later, ca.1320-ca.1370.)
Tradition has it that he was born at Brogynin, Penrhyn-coch (at the time Llanbadarn Fawr parish), Ceredigion. His father, Gwilym Gam, and mother, Ardudfyl, were both from noble families. As one of noble birth it seems Dafydd did not belong to the guild of professional poets in medieval Wales, and yet the poetic tradition had been strong in his family for generations.
According to R. Geraint Gruffydd he died in 1350, a possible victim of the Black Death. Tradition says that he was buried within the precinct of the Cistercian Strata Florida Abbey, Ceredigion. This burial location is disputed by supporters of the Talley Abbey theory who contend that burial took place in the Talley Abbey Churchyard:
On Saturday 15 September 1984 a memorial stone was unveiled by a Prifardd to mark the site in the churchyard at Talley where a deeply-rooted tradition asserts that the poet Dafydd ap Gwilym lies buried. For many centuries the rival claims of Talley and Ystrad Fflur have been debated as the burialplace of Wales’ foremost poet.
This page contains text from Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dafydd_ap_Gwilym
This article is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License, which means that you can copy and modify it as long as the entire work (including additions) remains under this license.
This article is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License, which means that you can copy and modify it as long as the entire work (including additions) remains under this license.
Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages.
Dafydd was born into a family of Norman ancestry in Hanmer, in Flintshire (now Wrexham County Borough), north-east Wales. As a freeman and landowner within Welsh society he was not, like most of his contemporaries, dependent upon patronage.
Dafydd was the bardic disciple of Maredudd ap Rhys and was in turn, the bardic tutor of Tudur Aled and Gutun Owain.
The main themes of Dafydd’s poetry were love and nature in the tradition of Dafydd ap Gwilym. His best-known poems include the following cywyddau:
Unlike many of his contemporaries, such as Guto'r Glyn or Lewys Glyn Cothi, Dafydd eschewed the Wars of the Roses and politics. However, Dafydd was moved to compose an elegy for his friend, the harpist Siôn Eos, who was hanged for killing a man in a tavern brawl. In this, arguably his finest poem, Dafydd expresses his own anti-English sentiment, and regrets that Siôn Eos could not have been tried under the more humane Laws of Hywel Dda, resulting in compensation being paid to the victim’s family under the old Welsh law rather than the capital punishment of “cyfraith Lundain” (="London’s law").
This page contains text from Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dafydd_ab_Edmwnd
This article is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License, which means that you can copy and modify it as long as the entire work (including additions) remains under this license.
This article is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License, which means that you can copy and modify it as long as the entire work (including additions) remains under this license.
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3:36Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym... ...Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris, and woke up neither dead nor mad; Who rhymed until all the tongues had wound themselves three times round the room; Whose harp was a loom; whose fingers were the fast-moving shuttle of joyousness and praise; Who tangled Rhys Meigen with a mile-long lash of satire, stunned him with blunt metaphors, slit his throat with word-scythes; Who gave thanks for gloves, and blackbirds, and the sidelong-glances of girls; Who demolished walls with a sigh of assonance; Who made messengers of the mistlethrush, songthrush, woodcock, seagull, titmouse, trout and glaze-eyed salmon; Who kissed them as he charmed them, praised them as he tamed them, blessed them as he sent them; Who harnessed the wind to his trade, swore by the light of stars, cursed the ice, did battle with brambles and with geese, poured out spite at clocks and crows; Who made castles out of broom and serried their battlements with hawthorn and with sloes; Who built naves out of branches, consecrated seeds of elms, took his communion at mountain springs with roe-deer and with swans; Who saw bird-servers and choristers in the branches, singing praise to Mair and Dwynwen; Who watered bowers with tears, breathed sunlight on the sprigs, powdered girls with pollen and spores of bracken; Who hid there from heat and from husbands, held hands with Morfudd in the shadows, strung out her hair to shame the sun; Who waited there for Dyddgu and was disappointed; Who had the nuns, set his sights on the abbess; Who arraigned his own penis in lawsuits; Who was distracted in the cathedral; Who made trouble in a tavern; Who wore peacock-garlands on his arm; Who left a trail of cuckolds; Who gouged a furrow from Basaleg to Ystrad Fflur; Who licked out half of Llanbadarn; Who recanted his trade in perfect englynion; Who caught plague as he had contracted love; Who was the grief of Morfudd, Dyddgu and of nuns; Who caused birds to weep tears; Who made the fallow deer hang his antlers; Who gave the cuckoo no answer; Who became a yew tree; Who sheds needles and berries; Who grows hollow at his heart; Whose bark is red, whose harp was glad; Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris; Who woke up neither dead nor mad. Poem by Giles Watson, 2013. With apologies to Dylan Thomas and Allen Ginsberg. The Triads attest that anyone who sleeps on the slopes of Cadair Idris will be either dead, mad or a poet by morning. A long-standing tradition has it that Dafydd died of the plague, and was buried beneath the yew in the churchyard adjoining Ystrad Fflur (Strata Florida) Abbey. -
5:13Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ap Gwilym scholar R. Geraint Gruffydd suggests ca.1315-ca.1350 as his dates; other scholars place him a little later, ca.1320-ca.1370.) Life Tradition has it that he was born at Brogynin, Penrhyn-coch (at the time Llanbadarn Fawr parish), Ceredigion. His father, Gwilym Gam, and mother, Ardudfyl, were both from noble families. As one of noble birth it seems Dafydd did not belong to the guild of professional poets in medieval Wales, and yet the poetic tradition had been strong in his family for generations. According to R. Geraint Gruffydd he died in 1350, a possible victim of the Black Death. Tradition says that he was buried within the precinct of the Cistercian Strata Florida Abbey, Ceredigion. This burial location is disputed by supporters of the Talley Abbey theory who contend that burial took place in the Talley Abbey Churchyard: On Saturday 15 September 1984 a memorial stone was unveiled by a Prifardd to mark the site in the churchyard at Talley where a deeply-rooted tradition asserts that the poet Dafydd ap Gwilym lies buried. For many centuries the rival claims of Talley and Ystrad Fflur have been debated as the burialplace of Wales’ foremost poet. The first recorded observation that Dafydd ap Gwilym was buried in Talley was made in the sixteenth century. Talley is located about 30 miles from Strata Florida (Welsh: Ystrad Fflur). Poetry It is believed that about one hundred and seventy of his poems have survived, though many others have been attributed to him over the centuries. His main themes were love and nature. The influence of wider European ideas of courtly love, as exemplified in the troubadour poetry of Provençal, is seen as a significant influence on Dafydd's poetry. He was an innovative poet who was responsible for popularising the metre known as the "cywydd" and first to use it for praise. But perhaps his greatest innovation was to make himself the main focus of his poetry. By its very nature, most of the work of the traditional Welsh court poets kept their own personalities far from their poetry. Dafydd's work is full of his own feelings and experiences. His main theme is love, and many of his poems are addressed to women, but particularly to two of them, Morfudd and Dyddgu. He is also recognised as a very fine nature poet. His best-known works include the following poems: Morfudd fel yr haul (Morfudd like the sun), a poem to the wife of an Aberystwyth merchant who seems to have had a long affair with Dafydd, and whom he addressed in many poems; full text Merched Llanbadarn (The girls of Llanbadarn), in which he speaks of going to church on Sunday purely in order to ogle the local women; full text Trafferth mewn tafarn (Trouble in a tavern), in which he recounts an incident in a tavern that would be worthy of any slapstick film; full text Yr wylan (The seagull), a poem in which Dafydd asks a seagull to carry a message to his love; full text Y Rhugl Groen (The rattle bag), in which Dafydd's intercourse with a young girl is cruelly interrupted; full text; and Cywydd y gal (A poem in praise of the penis), a risqué piece of pure medieval erotica; full text. Until recently not included in Dafydd's canon for reasons of editorial squeamishness. According to Charles Johnston's explanatory notes on the Astrée / Naïve CD 'Beethoven: Irish, Welsh & Scottish Songs' (2001), the words to WoO155 '26 wallisische Lieder', Nr.14 'Der Traum' (1810), were "translated from the Welsh of Dafydd ap Gwilym". This would be Dafydd's dream-vision poem 'Y Breuddwyd'. -
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2:52Elegy for Dafydd ap Gwilym (improved sound version)
Elegy for Dafydd ap Gwilym (improved sound version)Elegy for Dafydd ap Gwilym (improved sound version)
Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson. ELEGY FOR DAFYDD AP GWILYM Yesternight when Dafydd died A yawning morn of dolour dawned; A knot of minstrelsy untwined, In waking Wales a gaping wound. Praise-shaper, bard of wonder, Girl-blesser, abbess-wooer, Craftsman of the silken word, Cuckold-maker of his weird, Hawk of girls, baiting lasses: Constricting codes, taut jesses, Cannot constrain tiercel-flight Gyring, stooping, swooping light, And crooked-clawed for catching love: Words to take the prey alive And turn her, at a soaring height, Into the falcon of his heart. I am a dog! Poet damned! A world bereft of him is doomed To live at a slower rate: Dafydd sang; I merely prate, Respectable and refined. He the core, I the rind, He the seedling, I the husk, He the dawning, I the dusk, I the pilferer of praise, He the thrush who with no pause Pours out songs into the wind: His pinions hope, bill a wand Of changing, making girls gold, Raising bowers out of mould. Roebuck's antler, sharp of tine, Salmon-scale, borne of brine, Jackdaw-jester, raven's craw, Fiend of love, delight of war -- A path of thorns lies ahead Now that vision's voice is dead. Pale Morfudd of mourning brow Only Mair can claim him now. I began by paraphrasing Iolo Goch's elegy for the great bard, but could not penetrate the rather formal style of the surviving poet, who was about ten years younger than Dafydd. The thirteenth line of Iolo's elegy invokes the image of the "hawk of girls", but instantly drops it again; I have chosen to sustain it for the rest of the first verse paragraph. Iolo praises Dafydd's learning, but accuses him of "presumption" at one point. It is clear that Iolo did not know Dafydd at all well on a personal level, even though the former was the inheritor of the cywydd verse form which Dafydd pioneered. I have replaced most of Iolo's stately praises in the second verse paragraph with images of Dafydd's own, and in view of my own exceedingly minor status as a poet, have, I hope, lent the poem a humility which the original seems to lack. This is not to suggest that Iolo was not a supreme wordsmith. His own 'Description of a Girl' must surely have brought a smile to Dafydd's face, assuming that he lived to read it. -
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (fl.1330-50): 'Trafferth mewn Tafarn' ['Trouble at an Inn']. Tref./arr. Peter Greenhill. Performed by / Perfformiwyd gan Gwilym Morus. © Copyright Bangor University and Beyond Text This is an excerpt from the debut performance of Datgeiniaeth, the group reviving the lost medieval art of that name, at Bangor University in Wales in May 2009. Datgeiniaeth was the rhythmic vocal art of performing bardic verse in medieval Wales, with percussive or stringed accompaniment. Bardic verse was not designed as poetry to be read privately but as lyrics for musical delivery, full of rhythmic trickery, each line rich with complex rhymes and alliterations. The focus was on the tongue, used as a percussive instrument, and not on singing melodies. This extraordinary style of vocal music has been revived using the original bardic grammars and musical records (particularly the Welsh harp tablature copied by Robert ap Huw in the early 17th century) by the musician and scholar Peter Greenhill through decades of investigation. Datgeiniaeth gratefully acknowledges the support of the Arts Council of Wales, Siubhal, the Arts and Humanities Research Council and the University of Wales in preparing this performance. -
4:05Carlo - Dafydd Iwan [geiriau / lyrics]
Carlo - Dafydd Iwan [geiriau / lyrics]Carlo - Dafydd Iwan [geiriau / lyrics]
Can/ Song: "Carlo" Canwr/ Singer: Dafydd Iwan - Can ddychanol sydd yn gwneud hwyl am ben y Tywysog Siarl, "Tywysog Cymru", ond eto nid oes dim byd Cymraeg amdano fel mae'r gan yn ei gyfleu. Yn wreiddiol fe gafodd y gan ei hysgrifennu fel protest yn erbyn yr arwisgo yn 1969. - - A satirical song poking fun at Prince Charles who's title is 'Prince of Wales', yet there is nothing Welsh about him... The song conveys this well. Originally, this song was a protest against the investiture of Prince Charles in 1969. - Note: "Carlo" is a nickname given to Charles. The English translation of 'Carlo' would be 'Charlie'. http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/insrv/libraries/scolar/digital/welshballads/painting.html Geiriau: Mae gen i ffrind bach yn byw ym Muckingham Palas, A Charlo Windsor yw ei enw ef. Tro dwethaf es i gnocio ar ei ddrws ei dy, Daeth ei Fam i'r drws a medde hi wrthof i... O, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan. Fe gafodd ei addysg draw yng ngwlad Awstralia, Ac yna lan i Scotland yr aeth o. Colofn y diwylliant Cymraeg, Cyfrannwr i Dafod y Ddraig, Aelod o'r Urdd, gwersyllwr er cyn cof... O, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan. Bob wythnos mae e'n darllen Y Cymro a'r Faner, Yn darllen Dafydd ap Gwilym yn ei wely bob nos, Mae dyfodol y wlad a'r iaith yn agos at ei galon fach ef, Y mae'n fwy o genedlaetholwr na'r FWA... O, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan. O ie, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo heddi ie, heddi Carlo, Carlo, Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi ie, Dadi Ymunwch yn y gan, daiogion fawr a man O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan. English translation lyrics: "Carlo" I've a little friend who lives in Buckingham Palace, And Carlo Windsor is his name. Last time I went to knock on his door, His Mother answered and she told me... O, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo today, today, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy. Join in the song, peoples old and young, Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song. He recieved his education over in Australia, And off to Scotland did he go. Columnist of Welsh culture, Contributor to 'Tafod y Ddraig' A member of the Urdd, a camper ever since I can remember... O, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo today, today, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy. Join in the song, peoples old and young, Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song. Every week he reads the 'Cymro' and the 'Faner', He reads Dafydd ap Gwilym in his bed every night, The future of the language and country is close to his heart He's a greater nationalist than the FWA... O, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo today, today, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy. Join in the song, peoples old and young, Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song. Oh yeah, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo today yeah, today, Carlo, Carlo, Carlo's playing polo with Daddy yeah, Daddy. Join in the song, peoples old and young, Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song. -
1:59Welsh yr eos yn y llwyn bedw LibriVox Multilingual Poetry 002 Dafydd ap Gwilym
Welsh yr eos yn y llwyn bedw LibriVox Multilingual Poetry 002 Dafydd ap GwilymWelsh yr eos yn y llwyn bedw LibriVox Multilingual Poetry 002 Dafydd ap Gwilym
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3:26Dafydd ab Edmwnd
Dafydd ab EdmwndDafydd ab Edmwnd
Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages. Life Dafydd was born into a family of Norman ancestry in Hanmer, in Flintshire (now Wrexham County Borough), north-east Wales. As a freeman and landowner within Welsh society he was not, like most of his contemporaries, dependent upon patronage. Dafydd was the bardic disciple of Maredudd ap Rhys and was in turn, the bardic tutor of Tudur Aled and Gutun Owain. Poetry The main themes of Dafydd’s poetry were love and nature in the tradition of Dafydd ap Gwilym. His best-known poems include the following cywyddau: Cywydd Merch ("To a girl") I Wallt Merch ("A lady’s hair") Enwi’r Ferch ("Naming the girl") Unlike many of his contemporaries, such as Guto'r Glyn or Lewys Glyn Cothi, Dafydd eschewed the Wars of the Roses and politics. However, Dafydd was moved to compose an elegy for his friend, the harpist Siôn Eos, who was hanged for killing a man in a tavern brawl. In this, arguably his finest poem, Dafydd expresses his own anti-English sentiment, and regrets that Siôn Eos could not have been tried under the more humane Laws of Hywel Dda, resulting in compensation being paid to the victim’s family under the old Welsh law rather than the capital punishment of “cyfraith Lundain” ("London’s law"). Marwnad Siôn Eos ("The Death of Sion Eos") 1450 eisteddfod and its legacy In 1450 Dafydd won the silver chair at an eisteddfod held at Carmarthen. This was achieved with a cywydd in praise of the Trinity, which exemplified the 24 metres of Welsh bardic poetry reformed by Dafydd, previously codified by Einion Offeiriad and Dafydd Ddu o Hiraddug. He deleted two metres and replaced them with the more complicated Gorchest y Beirdd and the Cadwynfyr. The 24 metres presented by Dafydd at the eisteddfod became widely adopted throughout Wales. While the training of poets had always been kept within bardic circles, with the craft handed down from tutor to pupil, Dafydd’s reforms of the metres subsequently increased the segregation between the “professional elite” and the amateur poets. However the consequence of this, and of Dafydd in particular, was that greater emphasis was placed upon the bardic craft with its adherence to the stricter metres rather than on the content and theme of the poems. The passion and intensity of Dafydd ap Gwilym and Llywelyn Goch ap Meurig Hen tended to be lost.
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Y Gwynt gan Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym
Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym... ...Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris, and woke up neither dead nor mad; Who rhymed until all the tongues had wound themselves three times round the room; Whose harp was a loom; whose fingers were the fast-moving shuttle of joyousness and praise; Who tangled Rhys Meigen with a mile-long lash of satire, stunned him with blunt metaphors, slit his throat with word-scythes; Who gave thanks for gloves, and blackbirds, and the sidelong-glances of girls; Who demolished walls with a sigh of assonance; Who made messengers of the mistlethrush, songthrush, woodcock, seagull, titmouse, trout and glaze-eyed salmon; Who kissed them as he charmed them, praised them as he tamed them, blessed them as he sent them; Who harnessed the wind to his trade, swo... -
Dafydd ap Gwilym
Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ap Gwilym scholar R. Geraint Gruffydd suggests ca.1315-ca.1350 as his dates; other scholars place him a little later, ca.1320-ca.1370.) Life Tradition has it that he was born at Brogynin, Penrhyn-coch (at the time Llanbadarn Fawr parish), Ceredigion. His father, Gwilym Gam, and mother, Ardudfyl, were both from noble families. As one of noble birth it seems Dafydd did not belong to the guild of professional poets in medieval Wales, and yet the poetic tradition had been strong in his family for generations. According to R. Geraint Gruffydd he died in 1350, a possible victim of the Black Death. Tradition says that he was buried with... -
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Elegy for Dafydd ap Gwilym (improved sound version)
Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson. ELEGY FOR DAFYDD AP GWILYM Yesternight when Dafydd died A yawning morn of dolour dawned; A knot of minstrelsy untwined, In waking Wales a gaping wound. Praise-shaper, bard of wonder, Girl-blesser, abbess-wooer, Craftsman of the silken word, Cuckold-maker of his weird, Hawk of girls, baiting lasses: Constricting codes, taut jesses, Cannot constrain tiercel-flight Gyring, stooping, swooping light, And crooked-clawed for catching love: Words to take the prey alive And turn her, at a soaring height, Into the falcon of his heart. I am a dog! Poet damned! A world bereft of him is doomed To live at a slower rate: Dafydd sang; I merely prate, Respectable and refined. He the core, I the rind, ... -
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (fl.1330-50): 'Trafferth mewn Tafarn' ['Trouble at an Inn']. Tref./arr. Peter Greenhill. Performed by / Perfformiwyd gan Gwilym Morus. © Copyright Bangor University and Beyond Text This is an excerpt from the debut performance of Datgeiniaeth, the group reviving the lost medieval art of that name, at Bangor University in Wales in May 2009. Datgeiniaeth was the rhythmic vocal art of performing bardic verse in medieval Wales, with percussive or stringed accompaniment. Bardic verse was not designed as poetry to be read privately but as lyrics for musical delivery, full of rhythmic trickery, each line rich with complex rhymes and alliterations. The focus was on the tongue, used as a percussive instrument, and not on singing melodies. This extraordinary style of vocal mu... -
Carlo - Dafydd Iwan [geiriau / lyrics]
Can/ Song: "Carlo" Canwr/ Singer: Dafydd Iwan - Can ddychanol sydd yn gwneud hwyl am ben y Tywysog Siarl, "Tywysog Cymru", ond eto nid oes dim byd Cymraeg amdano fel mae'r gan yn ei gyfleu. Yn wreiddiol fe gafodd y gan ei hysgrifennu fel protest yn erbyn yr arwisgo yn 1969. - - A satirical song poking fun at Prince Charles who's title is 'Prince of Wales', yet there is nothing Welsh about him... The song conveys this well. Originally, this song was a protest against the investiture of Prince Charles in 1969. - Note: "Carlo" is a nickname given to Charles. The English translation of 'Carlo' would be 'Charlie'. http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/insrv/libraries/scolar/digital/welshballads/painting.html Geiriau: Mae gen i ffrind bach yn byw ym Muckingham Palas, A Charlo Windsor yw ei enw ef. Tro ... -
Welsh yr eos yn y llwyn bedw LibriVox Multilingual Poetry 002 Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Dafydd ab Edmwnd
Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages. Life Dafydd was born into a family of Norman ancestry in Hanmer, in Flintshire (now Wrexham County Borough), north-east Wales. As a freeman and landowner within Welsh society he was not, like most of his contemporaries, dependent upon patronage. Dafydd was the bardic disciple of Maredudd ap Rhys and was in turn, the bardic tutor of Tudur Aled and Gutun Owain. Poetry The main themes of Dafydd’s poetry were love and nature in the tradition of Dafydd ap Gwilym. His best-known poems include the following cywyddau: Cywydd Merch ("To a girl") I Wallt Merch ("A lady’s hair") Enwi’r Ferch ("Naming the girl") Unlike many of his contemporaries, such as Guto'r Gl...
Y Gwynt gan Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym...
...Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris, and woke up neither dead nor mad;
Who rhymed until all the tongues ha...
Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym...
...Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris, and woke up neither dead nor mad;
Who rhymed until all the tongues had wound themselves three times round the room;
Whose harp was a loom; whose fingers were the fast-moving shuttle of joyousness and praise;
Who tangled Rhys Meigen with a mile-long lash of satire, stunned him with blunt metaphors, slit his throat with word-scythes;
Who gave thanks for gloves, and blackbirds, and the sidelong-glances of girls;
Who demolished walls with a sigh of assonance;
Who made messengers of the mistlethrush, songthrush, woodcock, seagull, titmouse, trout and glaze-eyed salmon;
Who kissed them as he charmed them, praised them as he tamed them, blessed them as he sent them;
Who harnessed the wind to his trade, swore by the light of stars, cursed the ice, did battle with brambles and with geese, poured out spite at clocks and crows;
Who made castles out of broom and serried their battlements with hawthorn and with sloes;
Who built naves out of branches, consecrated seeds of elms, took his communion at mountain springs with roe-deer and with swans;
Who saw bird-servers and choristers in the branches, singing praise to Mair and Dwynwen;
Who watered bowers with tears, breathed sunlight on the sprigs, powdered girls with pollen and spores of bracken;
Who hid there from heat and from husbands, held hands with Morfudd in the shadows, strung out her hair to shame the sun;
Who waited there for Dyddgu and was disappointed;
Who had the nuns, set his sights on the abbess;
Who arraigned his own penis in lawsuits;
Who was distracted in the cathedral;
Who made trouble in a tavern;
Who wore peacock-garlands on his arm;
Who left a trail of cuckolds;
Who gouged a furrow from Basaleg to Ystrad Fflur;
Who licked out half of Llanbadarn;
Who recanted his trade in perfect englynion;
Who caught plague as he had contracted love;
Who was the grief of Morfudd, Dyddgu and of nuns;
Who caused birds to weep tears;
Who made the fallow deer hang his antlers;
Who gave the cuckoo no answer;
Who became a yew tree;
Who sheds needles and berries;
Who grows hollow at his heart;
Whose bark is red, whose harp was glad;
Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris;
Who woke up neither dead nor mad.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2013. With apologies to Dylan Thomas and Allen Ginsberg. The Triads attest that anyone who sleeps on the slopes of Cadair Idris will be either dead, mad or a poet by morning. A long-standing tradition has it that Dafydd died of the plague, and was buried beneath the yew in the churchyard adjoining Ystrad Fflur (Strata Florida) Abbey.
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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym...
...Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris, and woke up neither dead nor mad;
Who rhymed until all the tongues had wound themselves three times round the room;
Whose harp was a loom; whose fingers were the fast-moving shuttle of joyousness and praise;
Who tangled Rhys Meigen with a mile-long lash of satire, stunned him with blunt metaphors, slit his throat with word-scythes;
Who gave thanks for gloves, and blackbirds, and the sidelong-glances of girls;
Who demolished walls with a sigh of assonance;
Who made messengers of the mistlethrush, songthrush, woodcock, seagull, titmouse, trout and glaze-eyed salmon;
Who kissed them as he charmed them, praised them as he tamed them, blessed them as he sent them;
Who harnessed the wind to his trade, swore by the light of stars, cursed the ice, did battle with brambles and with geese, poured out spite at clocks and crows;
Who made castles out of broom and serried their battlements with hawthorn and with sloes;
Who built naves out of branches, consecrated seeds of elms, took his communion at mountain springs with roe-deer and with swans;
Who saw bird-servers and choristers in the branches, singing praise to Mair and Dwynwen;
Who watered bowers with tears, breathed sunlight on the sprigs, powdered girls with pollen and spores of bracken;
Who hid there from heat and from husbands, held hands with Morfudd in the shadows, strung out her hair to shame the sun;
Who waited there for Dyddgu and was disappointed;
Who had the nuns, set his sights on the abbess;
Who arraigned his own penis in lawsuits;
Who was distracted in the cathedral;
Who made trouble in a tavern;
Who wore peacock-garlands on his arm;
Who left a trail of cuckolds;
Who gouged a furrow from Basaleg to Ystrad Fflur;
Who licked out half of Llanbadarn;
Who recanted his trade in perfect englynion;
Who caught plague as he had contracted love;
Who was the grief of Morfudd, Dyddgu and of nuns;
Who caused birds to weep tears;
Who made the fallow deer hang his antlers;
Who gave the cuckoo no answer;
Who became a yew tree;
Who sheds needles and berries;
Who grows hollow at his heart;
Whose bark is red, whose harp was glad;
Who slept on the slope of Cadair Idris;
Who woke up neither dead nor mad.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2013. With apologies to Dylan Thomas and Allen Ginsberg. The Triads attest that anyone who sleeps on the slopes of Cadair Idris will be either dead, mad or a poet by morning. A long-standing tradition has it that Dafydd died of the plague, and was buried beneath the yew in the churchyard adjoining Ystrad Fflur (Strata Florida) Abbey.
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Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ...
Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ap Gwilym scholar R. Geraint Gruffydd suggests ca.1315-ca.1350 as his dates; other scholars place him a little later, ca.1320-ca.1370.)
Life
Tradition has it that he was born at Brogynin, Penrhyn-coch (at the time Llanbadarn Fawr parish), Ceredigion. His father, Gwilym Gam, and mother, Ardudfyl, were both from noble families. As one of noble birth it seems Dafydd did not belong to the guild of professional poets in medieval Wales, and yet the poetic tradition had been strong in his family for generations.
According to R. Geraint Gruffydd he died in 1350, a possible victim of the Black Death. Tradition says that he was buried within the precinct of the Cistercian Strata Florida Abbey, Ceredigion. This burial location is disputed by supporters of the Talley Abbey theory who contend that burial took place in the Talley Abbey Churchyard:
On Saturday 15 September 1984 a memorial stone was unveiled by a Prifardd to mark the site in the churchyard at Talley where a deeply-rooted tradition asserts that the poet Dafydd ap Gwilym lies buried. For many centuries the rival claims of Talley and Ystrad Fflur have been debated as the burialplace of Wales’ foremost poet.
The first recorded observation that Dafydd ap Gwilym was buried in Talley was made in the sixteenth century. Talley is located about 30 miles from Strata Florida (Welsh: Ystrad Fflur).
Poetry
It is believed that about one hundred and seventy of his poems have survived, though many others have been attributed to him over the centuries. His main themes were love and nature. The influence of wider European ideas of courtly love, as exemplified in the troubadour poetry of Provençal, is seen as a significant influence on Dafydd's poetry.
He was an innovative poet who was responsible for popularising the metre known as the "cywydd" and first to use it for praise. But perhaps his greatest innovation was to make himself the main focus of his poetry. By its very nature, most of the work of the traditional Welsh court poets kept their own personalities far from their poetry. Dafydd's work is full of his own feelings and experiences. His main theme is love, and many of his poems are addressed to women, but particularly to two of them, Morfudd and Dyddgu. He is also recognised as a very fine nature poet. His best-known works include the following poems:
Morfudd fel yr haul (Morfudd like the sun), a poem to the wife of an Aberystwyth merchant who seems to have had a long affair with Dafydd, and whom he addressed in many poems; full text
Merched Llanbadarn (The girls of Llanbadarn), in which he speaks of going to church on Sunday purely in order to ogle the local women; full text
Trafferth mewn tafarn (Trouble in a tavern), in which he recounts an incident in a tavern that would be worthy of any slapstick film; full text
Yr wylan (The seagull), a poem in which Dafydd asks a seagull to carry a message to his love; full text
Y Rhugl Groen (The rattle bag), in which Dafydd's intercourse with a young girl is cruelly interrupted; full text; and
Cywydd y gal (A poem in praise of the penis), a risqué piece of pure medieval erotica; full text. Until recently not included in Dafydd's canon for reasons of editorial squeamishness.
According to Charles Johnston's explanatory notes on the Astrée / Naïve CD 'Beethoven: Irish, Welsh & Scottish Songs' (2001), the words to WoO155 '26 wallisische Lieder', Nr.14 'Der Traum' (1810), were "translated from the Welsh of Dafydd ap Gwilym". This would be Dafydd's dream-vision poem 'Y Breuddwyd'.
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (c. 1315/1320 – c. 1350/1370), is regarded as one of the leading Welsh poets and amongst the great poets of Europe in the Middle Ages. (Dafydd ap Gwilym scholar R. Geraint Gruffydd suggests ca.1315-ca.1350 as his dates; other scholars place him a little later, ca.1320-ca.1370.)
Life
Tradition has it that he was born at Brogynin, Penrhyn-coch (at the time Llanbadarn Fawr parish), Ceredigion. His father, Gwilym Gam, and mother, Ardudfyl, were both from noble families. As one of noble birth it seems Dafydd did not belong to the guild of professional poets in medieval Wales, and yet the poetic tradition had been strong in his family for generations.
According to R. Geraint Gruffydd he died in 1350, a possible victim of the Black Death. Tradition says that he was buried within the precinct of the Cistercian Strata Florida Abbey, Ceredigion. This burial location is disputed by supporters of the Talley Abbey theory who contend that burial took place in the Talley Abbey Churchyard:
On Saturday 15 September 1984 a memorial stone was unveiled by a Prifardd to mark the site in the churchyard at Talley where a deeply-rooted tradition asserts that the poet Dafydd ap Gwilym lies buried. For many centuries the rival claims of Talley and Ystrad Fflur have been debated as the burialplace of Wales’ foremost poet.
The first recorded observation that Dafydd ap Gwilym was buried in Talley was made in the sixteenth century. Talley is located about 30 miles from Strata Florida (Welsh: Ystrad Fflur).
Poetry
It is believed that about one hundred and seventy of his poems have survived, though many others have been attributed to him over the centuries. His main themes were love and nature. The influence of wider European ideas of courtly love, as exemplified in the troubadour poetry of Provençal, is seen as a significant influence on Dafydd's poetry.
He was an innovative poet who was responsible for popularising the metre known as the "cywydd" and first to use it for praise. But perhaps his greatest innovation was to make himself the main focus of his poetry. By its very nature, most of the work of the traditional Welsh court poets kept their own personalities far from their poetry. Dafydd's work is full of his own feelings and experiences. His main theme is love, and many of his poems are addressed to women, but particularly to two of them, Morfudd and Dyddgu. He is also recognised as a very fine nature poet. His best-known works include the following poems:
Morfudd fel yr haul (Morfudd like the sun), a poem to the wife of an Aberystwyth merchant who seems to have had a long affair with Dafydd, and whom he addressed in many poems; full text
Merched Llanbadarn (The girls of Llanbadarn), in which he speaks of going to church on Sunday purely in order to ogle the local women; full text
Trafferth mewn tafarn (Trouble in a tavern), in which he recounts an incident in a tavern that would be worthy of any slapstick film; full text
Yr wylan (The seagull), a poem in which Dafydd asks a seagull to carry a message to his love; full text
Y Rhugl Groen (The rattle bag), in which Dafydd's intercourse with a young girl is cruelly interrupted; full text; and
Cywydd y gal (A poem in praise of the penis), a risqué piece of pure medieval erotica; full text. Until recently not included in Dafydd's canon for reasons of editorial squeamishness.
According to Charles Johnston's explanatory notes on the Astrée / Naïve CD 'Beethoven: Irish, Welsh & Scottish Songs' (2001), the words to WoO155 '26 wallisische Lieder', Nr.14 'Der Traum' (1810), were "translated from the Welsh of Dafydd ap Gwilym". This would be Dafydd's dream-vision poem 'Y Breuddwyd'.
- published: 28 Mar 2016
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yr eos yn y llwyn bedw Dafydd ap Gwilym Audiobook Poetry
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- Duration: 1:56
- Updated: 08 May 2015
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yr eos yn y llwyn bedw Dafydd ap Gwilym Audiobook Poetry
yr eos yn y llwyn bedw Dafydd ap Gwilym Audiobook Poetry
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Elegy for Dafydd ap Gwilym (improved sound version)
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Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson.
ELEGY FOR DAFYDD AP GWILYM
Yesternight when Dafydd died
A yawning morn of d...
Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson.
ELEGY FOR DAFYDD AP GWILYM
Yesternight when Dafydd died
A yawning morn of dolour dawned;
A knot of minstrelsy untwined,
In waking Wales a gaping wound.
Praise-shaper, bard of wonder,
Girl-blesser, abbess-wooer,
Craftsman of the silken word,
Cuckold-maker of his weird,
Hawk of girls, baiting lasses:
Constricting codes, taut jesses,
Cannot constrain tiercel-flight
Gyring, stooping, swooping light,
And crooked-clawed for catching love:
Words to take the prey alive
And turn her, at a soaring height,
Into the falcon of his heart.
I am a dog! Poet damned!
A world bereft of him is doomed
To live at a slower rate:
Dafydd sang; I merely prate,
Respectable and refined.
He the core, I the rind,
He the seedling, I the husk,
He the dawning, I the dusk,
I the pilferer of praise,
He the thrush who with no pause
Pours out songs into the wind:
His pinions hope, bill a wand
Of changing, making girls gold,
Raising bowers out of mould.
Roebuck's antler, sharp of tine,
Salmon-scale, borne of brine,
Jackdaw-jester, raven's craw,
Fiend of love, delight of war --
A path of thorns lies ahead
Now that vision's voice is dead.
Pale Morfudd of mourning brow
Only Mair can claim him now.
I began by paraphrasing Iolo Goch's elegy for the great bard, but could not penetrate the rather formal style of the surviving poet, who was about ten years younger than Dafydd. The thirteenth line of Iolo's elegy invokes the image of the "hawk of girls", but instantly drops it again; I have chosen to sustain it for the rest of the first verse paragraph. Iolo praises Dafydd's learning, but accuses him of "presumption" at one point. It is clear that Iolo did not know Dafydd at all well on a personal level, even though the former was the inheritor of the cywydd verse form which Dafydd pioneered. I have replaced most of Iolo's stately praises in the second verse paragraph with images of Dafydd's own, and in view of my own exceedingly minor status as a poet, have, I hope, lent the poem a humility which the original seems to lack. This is not to suggest that Iolo was not a supreme wordsmith. His own 'Description of a Girl' must surely have brought a smile to Dafydd's face, assuming that he lived to read it.
wn.com/Elegy For Dafydd Ap Gwilym (Improved Sound Version)
Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson.
ELEGY FOR DAFYDD AP GWILYM
Yesternight when Dafydd died
A yawning morn of dolour dawned;
A knot of minstrelsy untwined,
In waking Wales a gaping wound.
Praise-shaper, bard of wonder,
Girl-blesser, abbess-wooer,
Craftsman of the silken word,
Cuckold-maker of his weird,
Hawk of girls, baiting lasses:
Constricting codes, taut jesses,
Cannot constrain tiercel-flight
Gyring, stooping, swooping light,
And crooked-clawed for catching love:
Words to take the prey alive
And turn her, at a soaring height,
Into the falcon of his heart.
I am a dog! Poet damned!
A world bereft of him is doomed
To live at a slower rate:
Dafydd sang; I merely prate,
Respectable and refined.
He the core, I the rind,
He the seedling, I the husk,
He the dawning, I the dusk,
I the pilferer of praise,
He the thrush who with no pause
Pours out songs into the wind:
His pinions hope, bill a wand
Of changing, making girls gold,
Raising bowers out of mould.
Roebuck's antler, sharp of tine,
Salmon-scale, borne of brine,
Jackdaw-jester, raven's craw,
Fiend of love, delight of war --
A path of thorns lies ahead
Now that vision's voice is dead.
Pale Morfudd of mourning brow
Only Mair can claim him now.
I began by paraphrasing Iolo Goch's elegy for the great bard, but could not penetrate the rather formal style of the surviving poet, who was about ten years younger than Dafydd. The thirteenth line of Iolo's elegy invokes the image of the "hawk of girls", but instantly drops it again; I have chosen to sustain it for the rest of the first verse paragraph. Iolo praises Dafydd's learning, but accuses him of "presumption" at one point. It is clear that Iolo did not know Dafydd at all well on a personal level, even though the former was the inheritor of the cywydd verse form which Dafydd pioneered. I have replaced most of Iolo's stately praises in the second verse paragraph with images of Dafydd's own, and in view of my own exceedingly minor status as a poet, have, I hope, lent the poem a humility which the original seems to lack. This is not to suggest that Iolo was not a supreme wordsmith. His own 'Description of a Girl' must surely have brought a smile to Dafydd's face, assuming that he lived to read it.
- published: 12 Jul 2011
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VOICING THE VERSE : Y GERDD AR GÂN 1/35
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- Duration: 4:38
- Updated: 16 Jan 2010
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Dafydd ap Gwilym (fl.1330-50):
'Trafferth mewn Tafarn' ['Trouble at an Inn'].
Tref./arr. Peter Greenhill.
Performed by / Perfformiwyd gan Gwilym Morus.
© Co...
Dafydd ap Gwilym (fl.1330-50):
'Trafferth mewn Tafarn' ['Trouble at an Inn'].
Tref./arr. Peter Greenhill.
Performed by / Perfformiwyd gan Gwilym Morus.
© Copyright Bangor University and Beyond Text
This is an excerpt from the debut performance of Datgeiniaeth, the group reviving the lost medieval art of that name, at Bangor University in Wales in May 2009. Datgeiniaeth was the rhythmic vocal art of performing bardic verse in medieval Wales, with percussive or stringed accompaniment. Bardic verse was not designed as poetry to be read privately but as lyrics for musical delivery, full of rhythmic trickery, each line rich with complex rhymes and alliterations. The focus was on the tongue, used as a percussive instrument, and not on singing melodies. This extraordinary style of vocal music has been revived using the original bardic grammars and musical records (particularly the Welsh harp tablature copied by Robert ap Huw in the early 17th century) by the musician and scholar Peter Greenhill through decades of investigation.
Datgeiniaeth gratefully acknowledges the support of the Arts Council of Wales, Siubhal, the Arts and Humanities Research Council and the University of Wales in preparing this performance.
wn.com/Voicing The Verse Y Gerdd Ar Gân 1 35
Dafydd ap Gwilym (fl.1330-50):
'Trafferth mewn Tafarn' ['Trouble at an Inn'].
Tref./arr. Peter Greenhill.
Performed by / Perfformiwyd gan Gwilym Morus.
© Copyright Bangor University and Beyond Text
This is an excerpt from the debut performance of Datgeiniaeth, the group reviving the lost medieval art of that name, at Bangor University in Wales in May 2009. Datgeiniaeth was the rhythmic vocal art of performing bardic verse in medieval Wales, with percussive or stringed accompaniment. Bardic verse was not designed as poetry to be read privately but as lyrics for musical delivery, full of rhythmic trickery, each line rich with complex rhymes and alliterations. The focus was on the tongue, used as a percussive instrument, and not on singing melodies. This extraordinary style of vocal music has been revived using the original bardic grammars and musical records (particularly the Welsh harp tablature copied by Robert ap Huw in the early 17th century) by the musician and scholar Peter Greenhill through decades of investigation.
Datgeiniaeth gratefully acknowledges the support of the Arts Council of Wales, Siubhal, the Arts and Humanities Research Council and the University of Wales in preparing this performance.
- published: 16 Jan 2010
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Carlo - Dafydd Iwan [geiriau / lyrics]
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- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 07 Dec 2010
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Can/ Song: "Carlo"
Canwr/ Singer: Dafydd Iwan
- Can ddychanol sydd yn gwneud hwyl am ben y Tywysog Siarl, "Tywysog Cymru", ond eto nid oes dim byd Cymraeg amda...
Can/ Song: "Carlo"
Canwr/ Singer: Dafydd Iwan
- Can ddychanol sydd yn gwneud hwyl am ben y Tywysog Siarl, "Tywysog Cymru", ond eto nid oes dim byd Cymraeg amdano fel mae'r gan yn ei gyfleu. Yn wreiddiol fe gafodd y gan ei hysgrifennu fel protest yn erbyn yr arwisgo yn 1969. -
- A satirical song poking fun at Prince Charles who's title is 'Prince of Wales', yet there is nothing Welsh about him... The song conveys this well. Originally, this song was a protest against the investiture of Prince Charles in 1969. -
Note: "Carlo" is a nickname given to Charles. The English translation of 'Carlo' would be 'Charlie'.
http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/insrv/libraries/scolar/digital/welshballads/painting.html
Geiriau:
Mae gen i ffrind bach yn byw ym Muckingham Palas,
A Charlo Windsor yw ei enw ef.
Tro dwethaf es i gnocio ar ei ddrws ei dy,
Daeth ei Fam i'r drws a medde hi wrthof i...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
Fe gafodd ei addysg draw yng ngwlad Awstralia,
Ac yna lan i Scotland yr aeth o.
Colofn y diwylliant Cymraeg,
Cyfrannwr i Dafod y Ddraig,
Aelod o'r Urdd, gwersyllwr er cyn cof...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
Bob wythnos mae e'n darllen Y Cymro a'r Faner,
Yn darllen Dafydd ap Gwilym yn ei wely bob nos,
Mae dyfodol y wlad a'r iaith yn agos at ei galon fach ef,
Y mae'n fwy o genedlaetholwr na'r FWA...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
O ie, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi ie, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi ie, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, daiogion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
English translation lyrics:
"Carlo"
I've a little friend who lives in Buckingham Palace,
And Carlo Windsor is his name.
Last time I went to knock on his door,
His Mother answered and she told me...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
He recieved his education over in Australia,
And off to Scotland did he go.
Columnist of Welsh culture,
Contributor to 'Tafod y Ddraig'
A member of the Urdd, a camper ever since I can remember...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
Every week he reads the 'Cymro' and the 'Faner',
He reads Dafydd ap Gwilym in his bed every night,
The future of the language and country is close to his heart
He's a greater nationalist than the FWA...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
Oh yeah, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today yeah, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy yeah, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
wn.com/Carlo Dafydd Iwan Geiriau Lyrics
Can/ Song: "Carlo"
Canwr/ Singer: Dafydd Iwan
- Can ddychanol sydd yn gwneud hwyl am ben y Tywysog Siarl, "Tywysog Cymru", ond eto nid oes dim byd Cymraeg amdano fel mae'r gan yn ei gyfleu. Yn wreiddiol fe gafodd y gan ei hysgrifennu fel protest yn erbyn yr arwisgo yn 1969. -
- A satirical song poking fun at Prince Charles who's title is 'Prince of Wales', yet there is nothing Welsh about him... The song conveys this well. Originally, this song was a protest against the investiture of Prince Charles in 1969. -
Note: "Carlo" is a nickname given to Charles. The English translation of 'Carlo' would be 'Charlie'.
http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/insrv/libraries/scolar/digital/welshballads/painting.html
Geiriau:
Mae gen i ffrind bach yn byw ym Muckingham Palas,
A Charlo Windsor yw ei enw ef.
Tro dwethaf es i gnocio ar ei ddrws ei dy,
Daeth ei Fam i'r drws a medde hi wrthof i...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
Fe gafodd ei addysg draw yng ngwlad Awstralia,
Ac yna lan i Scotland yr aeth o.
Colofn y diwylliant Cymraeg,
Cyfrannwr i Dafod y Ddraig,
Aelod o'r Urdd, gwersyllwr er cyn cof...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
Bob wythnos mae e'n darllen Y Cymro a'r Faner,
Yn darllen Dafydd ap Gwilym yn ei wely bob nos,
Mae dyfodol y wlad a'r iaith yn agos at ei galon fach ef,
Y mae'n fwy o genedlaetholwr na'r FWA...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, trigolion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
O ie, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo heddi ie, heddi
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo'n warae polo gyda Dadi ie, Dadi
Ymunwch yn y gan, daiogion fawr a man
O'r diwedd mae gynon ni 'Brins' yn ngwlad y gan.
English translation lyrics:
"Carlo"
I've a little friend who lives in Buckingham Palace,
And Carlo Windsor is his name.
Last time I went to knock on his door,
His Mother answered and she told me...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
He recieved his education over in Australia,
And off to Scotland did he go.
Columnist of Welsh culture,
Contributor to 'Tafod y Ddraig'
A member of the Urdd, a camper ever since I can remember...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
Every week he reads the 'Cymro' and the 'Faner',
He reads Dafydd ap Gwilym in his bed every night,
The future of the language and country is close to his heart
He's a greater nationalist than the FWA...
O, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
Oh yeah, Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo today yeah, today,
Carlo, Carlo,
Carlo's playing polo with Daddy yeah, Daddy.
Join in the song, peoples old and young,
Finally we have a "Prince" in the land of song.
- published: 07 Dec 2010
- views: 20503
Welsh yr eos yn y llwyn bedw LibriVox Multilingual Poetry 002 Dafydd ap Gwilym
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- Duration: 1:59
- Updated: 29 Apr 2016
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- published: 29 Apr 2016
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The Moon
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- Duration: 3:25
- Updated: 12 Aug 2010
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Poem by the fourteenth century Welsh bard Dafydd ap Gwilym; paraphrased by Giles Watson. My paraphrases of Dafydd's poems can all be seen in the Dafydd ap Gwil...
Poem by the fourteenth century Welsh bard Dafydd ap Gwilym; paraphrased by Giles Watson. My paraphrases of Dafydd's poems can all be seen in the Dafydd ap Gwilym set on my Flickr account: http://www.flickr.com/photos/29320962@N07/sets/72157609985602440/
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Dafydd ab Edmwnd
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Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages.
Life
Dafydd was born into a family of Norman anc...
Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages.
Life
Dafydd was born into a family of Norman ancestry in Hanmer, in Flintshire (now Wrexham County Borough), north-east Wales. As a freeman and landowner within Welsh society he was not, like most of his contemporaries, dependent upon patronage.
Dafydd was the bardic disciple of Maredudd ap Rhys and was in turn, the bardic tutor of Tudur Aled and Gutun Owain.
Poetry
The main themes of Dafydd’s poetry were love and nature in the tradition of Dafydd ap Gwilym. His best-known poems include the following cywyddau:
Cywydd Merch ("To a girl")
I Wallt Merch ("A lady’s hair")
Enwi’r Ferch ("Naming the girl")
Unlike many of his contemporaries, such as Guto'r Glyn or Lewys Glyn Cothi, Dafydd eschewed the Wars of the Roses and politics. However, Dafydd was moved to compose an elegy for his friend, the harpist Siôn Eos, who was hanged for killing a man in a tavern brawl. In this, arguably his finest poem, Dafydd expresses his own anti-English sentiment, and regrets that Siôn Eos could not have been tried under the more humane Laws of Hywel Dda, resulting in compensation being paid to the victim’s family under the old Welsh law rather than the capital punishment of “cyfraith Lundain” ("London’s law").
Marwnad Siôn Eos ("The Death of Sion Eos")
1450 eisteddfod and its legacy
In 1450 Dafydd won the silver chair at an eisteddfod held at Carmarthen. This was achieved with a cywydd in praise of the Trinity, which exemplified the 24 metres of Welsh bardic poetry reformed by Dafydd, previously codified by Einion Offeiriad and Dafydd Ddu o Hiraddug. He deleted two metres and replaced them with the more complicated Gorchest y Beirdd and the Cadwynfyr.
The 24 metres presented by Dafydd at the eisteddfod became widely adopted throughout Wales. While the training of poets had always been kept within bardic circles, with the craft handed down from tutor to pupil, Dafydd’s reforms of the metres subsequently increased the segregation between the “professional elite” and the amateur poets. However the consequence of this, and of Dafydd in particular, was that greater emphasis was placed upon the bardic craft with its adherence to the stricter metres rather than on the content and theme of the poems. The passion and intensity of Dafydd ap Gwilym and Llywelyn Goch ap Meurig Hen tended to be lost.
wn.com/Dafydd Ab Edmwnd
Dafydd ap Edmwnd (fl. c. 1450–97) was one of the most prominent Welsh language poets of the Later Middle Ages.
Life
Dafydd was born into a family of Norman ancestry in Hanmer, in Flintshire (now Wrexham County Borough), north-east Wales. As a freeman and landowner within Welsh society he was not, like most of his contemporaries, dependent upon patronage.
Dafydd was the bardic disciple of Maredudd ap Rhys and was in turn, the bardic tutor of Tudur Aled and Gutun Owain.
Poetry
The main themes of Dafydd’s poetry were love and nature in the tradition of Dafydd ap Gwilym. His best-known poems include the following cywyddau:
Cywydd Merch ("To a girl")
I Wallt Merch ("A lady’s hair")
Enwi’r Ferch ("Naming the girl")
Unlike many of his contemporaries, such as Guto'r Glyn or Lewys Glyn Cothi, Dafydd eschewed the Wars of the Roses and politics. However, Dafydd was moved to compose an elegy for his friend, the harpist Siôn Eos, who was hanged for killing a man in a tavern brawl. In this, arguably his finest poem, Dafydd expresses his own anti-English sentiment, and regrets that Siôn Eos could not have been tried under the more humane Laws of Hywel Dda, resulting in compensation being paid to the victim’s family under the old Welsh law rather than the capital punishment of “cyfraith Lundain” ("London’s law").
Marwnad Siôn Eos ("The Death of Sion Eos")
1450 eisteddfod and its legacy
In 1450 Dafydd won the silver chair at an eisteddfod held at Carmarthen. This was achieved with a cywydd in praise of the Trinity, which exemplified the 24 metres of Welsh bardic poetry reformed by Dafydd, previously codified by Einion Offeiriad and Dafydd Ddu o Hiraddug. He deleted two metres and replaced them with the more complicated Gorchest y Beirdd and the Cadwynfyr.
The 24 metres presented by Dafydd at the eisteddfod became widely adopted throughout Wales. While the training of poets had always been kept within bardic circles, with the craft handed down from tutor to pupil, Dafydd’s reforms of the metres subsequently increased the segregation between the “professional elite” and the amateur poets. However the consequence of this, and of Dafydd in particular, was that greater emphasis was placed upon the bardic craft with its adherence to the stricter metres rather than on the content and theme of the poems. The passion and intensity of Dafydd ap Gwilym and Llywelyn Goch ap Meurig Hen tended to be lost.
- published: 28 Mar 2016
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Paxman nailed by Plaid Cymru economist
Paxo starts off in his usual condescending way towards anyone without a Home Counties accent - but quickly finds out he's not dealing with another Westminster cocktail set drone. Plaid Cymru's economic adviser, Eurfyl ap Gwilym, sets the arch Celtophobe straight on a few matters, whilst Jezza faffs about like a beached whale. 2:15 is where the real fun starts. -
Hwb — Cyfweliad Lisa Gwilym Interview (6/1/13)
Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview Lisa Gwilym. Hwb - Sundays on S4C. Nia Parry a Matt Johnson yn cyfweld Lisa Gwilym. Hwb - Sul ar S4C. -
Welsh poetry
I recite an excerpt from "Merched Llanbadarn," by Dafydd ap Gwilym. Plygu rhag llid yr ydwyf, Pla ar holl ferched y plwyf! Am na chefais, drais drawsoed, Onaddun' yr un erioed Na morwyn fwyn ofynaig, Na merch fach, na gwrach, na gwraig. I am twisted with passion -- plague on all the girls of the parish! Since I suffered from trysts which went amiss, and could never win a single one of them, neither gentle hopeful maid, nor little lass, nor hag, nor wife. -
A Guildhall of Leaves
A Guildhall of Leaves Saernïaeth Dail Golden girl, whose gentleness gleams With her name, Gwen, upon leaves: Come, behold the bard who loves You endlessly under leaves! I thatched a house: here she lives Roofed and raftered all with leaves. My shining one glints and glows Tabernacled under leaves. But like all men with tidy lives, Eiddig comes, strips off the leaves, Leaves us naked: Gwen grieves Her dark husband tearing leaves. The best building man contrives Is a Guildhall built of leaves Crowned with twigs and harvest sheaves, Or better: green springtide leaves. The nightingale sings and slaves, Our servant nightly under leaves; The blackbird, winged in dark sleeves Sings of woodcraft through the leaves; The thrush, with words learnt of trees Is enchantress of... -
Eurfyl ap Gwilym's assessment on Plaid [English]
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The Enchanted Mist
THE ENCHANTED MIST Y Niwl Hudolus I made a tryst with an enticing girl -- A quick elopement was my goal -- Pretty as daylight, potent as doom. Such delusion! What a dream! I went out early for the tryst And like the twilight loomed the mist The silent spectre strangled light And cloaked the heavens with the night. I took one step, and all too soon Land and sky could not be seen: No home nor hill, no sea nor shore Nor birch tree grove in all the shire. Sulphurous fog, engulfing all. My curse! You will not lift your pall. Your sooty cassock cloaks the land, A choking blanket without end. The clouds have sunk and spread a mantle; A black web binds the world in mortal Anguish: a hellish mire Like black smoke upon a moor Straight from Annwn: from fairy fire! A hood... -
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview SSiW founders Aran & Catrin Jones. Nia Parry a Matt Johnson yn cyfweld sylfaenwyr SSiW Aran a Catrin Jones. Hwb - Sul ar S4C. Hwb - Sundays on S4C.
Paxman nailed by Plaid Cymru economist
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Paxo starts off in his usual condescending way towards anyone without a Home Counties accent - but quickly finds out he's not dealing with another Westminster c...
Paxo starts off in his usual condescending way towards anyone without a Home Counties accent - but quickly finds out he's not dealing with another Westminster cocktail set drone. Plaid Cymru's economic adviser, Eurfyl ap Gwilym, sets the arch Celtophobe straight on a few matters, whilst Jezza faffs about like a beached whale. 2:15 is where the real fun starts.
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Paxo starts off in his usual condescending way towards anyone without a Home Counties accent - but quickly finds out he's not dealing with another Westminster cocktail set drone. Plaid Cymru's economic adviser, Eurfyl ap Gwilym, sets the arch Celtophobe straight on a few matters, whilst Jezza faffs about like a beached whale. 2:15 is where the real fun starts.
- published: 27 Apr 2010
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Hwb — Cyfweliad Lisa Gwilym Interview (6/1/13)
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview Lisa Gwilym. Hwb - Sundays on S4C.
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview Lisa Gwilym. Hwb - Sundays on S4C.
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview Lisa Gwilym. Hwb - Sundays on S4C.
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Welsh poetry
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I recite an excerpt from "Merched Llanbadarn," by Dafydd ap Gwilym.
Plygu rhag llid yr ydwyf,
Pla ar holl ferched y plwyf!
Am na chefais, drais drawsoed,
...
I recite an excerpt from "Merched Llanbadarn," by Dafydd ap Gwilym.
Plygu rhag llid yr ydwyf,
Pla ar holl ferched y plwyf!
Am na chefais, drais drawsoed,
Onaddun' yr un erioed
Na morwyn fwyn ofynaig,
Na merch fach, na gwrach, na gwraig.
I am twisted with passion -- plague on all the girls of the parish! Since I suffered from trysts which went amiss, and could never win a single one of them, neither gentle hopeful maid, nor little lass, nor hag, nor wife.
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I recite an excerpt from "Merched Llanbadarn," by Dafydd ap Gwilym.
Plygu rhag llid yr ydwyf,
Pla ar holl ferched y plwyf!
Am na chefais, drais drawsoed,
Onaddun' yr un erioed
Na morwyn fwyn ofynaig,
Na merch fach, na gwrach, na gwraig.
I am twisted with passion -- plague on all the girls of the parish! Since I suffered from trysts which went amiss, and could never win a single one of them, neither gentle hopeful maid, nor little lass, nor hag, nor wife.
- published: 30 Sep 2010
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A Guildhall of Leaves
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- Updated: 09 Jul 2011
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A Guildhall of Leaves
Saernïaeth Dail
Golden girl, whose gentleness gleams
With her name, Gwen, upon leaves:
Come, behold the bard who loves
You endlessl...
A Guildhall of Leaves
Saernïaeth Dail
Golden girl, whose gentleness gleams
With her name, Gwen, upon leaves:
Come, behold the bard who loves
You endlessly under leaves!
I thatched a house: here she lives
Roofed and raftered all with leaves.
My shining one glints and glows
Tabernacled under leaves.
But like all men with tidy lives,
Eiddig comes, strips off the leaves,
Leaves us naked: Gwen grieves
Her dark husband tearing leaves.
The best building man contrives
Is a Guildhall built of leaves
Crowned with twigs and harvest sheaves,
Or better: green springtide leaves.
The nightingale sings and slaves,
Our servant nightly under leaves;
The blackbird, winged in dark sleeves
Sings of woodcraft through the leaves;
The thrush, with words learnt of trees
Is enchantress of the leaves;
The cuckoo with bowed head grieves,
Grey-clad sexton of the leaves;
The yaffle green: she receives
Her consecration in the leaves.
The populace of leaves streams
With sunlight: I'll not leave the leaves.
A herd of deer and oxen teems
Through the greenwood choir of leaves:
Each creature, wild, tame, receives
Sustenance by eating leaves.
Cloaked, or wearing shepherd's weeds,
Girls hesitate to wait while leaves
Enclose them. A girl conceives
Man's woe, not lingering in leaves.
I am outlawed, on my knees
Because Eiddig tore my leaves,
The nameless one no one sees,
A Jack-of-Kent protecting leaves.
I'll ask nothing, when she leaves,
Except for sun, and life, and leaves.
Source material: Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. All but one of the manuscripts of this poem attribute it to Dafydd ap Gwilym, but it has been argued that it may be a fifteenth century imitation. The original presents a more or less insoluble problem for the translator: all of its lines end in words with the suffix "-ail", and most with the word "dail", or "leaves". It has therefore been necessary to blend rhymes and pararhymes in order to convey in English something of the tone of the original. The name "Gwen", meaning 'fair', is a conventional poet's name for the beloved, but Dafydd himself usually uses Morfudd, Dyddgu, or the Arthurian Eigr: a possible argument against his authorship. Eiddig is, however, Dafydd's usual name for his love rival -- specifically the husband of the beloved. There are other arguments for Dafydd's authorship, such as the characteristically acute observation in the original that the nightingale sojourns in Wales "a hundred nights" each year. The cuckoo is described as a sexton because one of the duties of the mediaeval grave-digger was also to ring the church bell: a comparison between bird-life and sacred duty which resonates with another poem firmly within the Dafydd ap Gwilym canon: 'The Greenwood Mass'. The connection between a life in the greenwood and outlawry or exile is of course a common mediaeval theme, and one shared by others of Dafydd's poems. Jack-of-Kent is, amongst other things, a common folkloric name for an outlaw -- a Welsh equivalent of Robin Hood -- and readers wishing to explore this further are directed to Alex Gibbon's lively and readable treatment of the subject in The Mystery of Jack of Kent and the Fate of Owain Glyndwr, Stroud, 2004.
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A Guildhall of Leaves
Saernïaeth Dail
Golden girl, whose gentleness gleams
With her name, Gwen, upon leaves:
Come, behold the bard who loves
You endlessly under leaves!
I thatched a house: here she lives
Roofed and raftered all with leaves.
My shining one glints and glows
Tabernacled under leaves.
But like all men with tidy lives,
Eiddig comes, strips off the leaves,
Leaves us naked: Gwen grieves
Her dark husband tearing leaves.
The best building man contrives
Is a Guildhall built of leaves
Crowned with twigs and harvest sheaves,
Or better: green springtide leaves.
The nightingale sings and slaves,
Our servant nightly under leaves;
The blackbird, winged in dark sleeves
Sings of woodcraft through the leaves;
The thrush, with words learnt of trees
Is enchantress of the leaves;
The cuckoo with bowed head grieves,
Grey-clad sexton of the leaves;
The yaffle green: she receives
Her consecration in the leaves.
The populace of leaves streams
With sunlight: I'll not leave the leaves.
A herd of deer and oxen teems
Through the greenwood choir of leaves:
Each creature, wild, tame, receives
Sustenance by eating leaves.
Cloaked, or wearing shepherd's weeds,
Girls hesitate to wait while leaves
Enclose them. A girl conceives
Man's woe, not lingering in leaves.
I am outlawed, on my knees
Because Eiddig tore my leaves,
The nameless one no one sees,
A Jack-of-Kent protecting leaves.
I'll ask nothing, when she leaves,
Except for sun, and life, and leaves.
Source material: Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. All but one of the manuscripts of this poem attribute it to Dafydd ap Gwilym, but it has been argued that it may be a fifteenth century imitation. The original presents a more or less insoluble problem for the translator: all of its lines end in words with the suffix "-ail", and most with the word "dail", or "leaves". It has therefore been necessary to blend rhymes and pararhymes in order to convey in English something of the tone of the original. The name "Gwen", meaning 'fair', is a conventional poet's name for the beloved, but Dafydd himself usually uses Morfudd, Dyddgu, or the Arthurian Eigr: a possible argument against his authorship. Eiddig is, however, Dafydd's usual name for his love rival -- specifically the husband of the beloved. There are other arguments for Dafydd's authorship, such as the characteristically acute observation in the original that the nightingale sojourns in Wales "a hundred nights" each year. The cuckoo is described as a sexton because one of the duties of the mediaeval grave-digger was also to ring the church bell: a comparison between bird-life and sacred duty which resonates with another poem firmly within the Dafydd ap Gwilym canon: 'The Greenwood Mass'. The connection between a life in the greenwood and outlawry or exile is of course a common mediaeval theme, and one shared by others of Dafydd's poems. Jack-of-Kent is, amongst other things, a common folkloric name for an outlaw -- a Welsh equivalent of Robin Hood -- and readers wishing to explore this further are directed to Alex Gibbon's lively and readable treatment of the subject in The Mystery of Jack of Kent and the Fate of Owain Glyndwr, Stroud, 2004.
- published: 09 Jul 2011
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Eurfyl ap Gwilym's assessment on Plaid [English]
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The Enchanted Mist
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- Updated: 28 Oct 2011
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THE ENCHANTED MIST
Y Niwl Hudolus
I made a tryst with an enticing girl --
A quick elopement was my goal --
Pretty as daylight, potent as doom.
Such del...
THE ENCHANTED MIST
Y Niwl Hudolus
I made a tryst with an enticing girl --
A quick elopement was my goal --
Pretty as daylight, potent as doom.
Such delusion! What a dream!
I went out early for the tryst
And like the twilight loomed the mist
The silent spectre strangled light
And cloaked the heavens with the night.
I took one step, and all too soon
Land and sky could not be seen:
No home nor hill, no sea nor shore
Nor birch tree grove in all the shire.
Sulphurous fog, engulfing all.
My curse! You will not lift your pall.
Your sooty cassock cloaks the land,
A choking blanket without end.
The clouds have sunk and spread a mantle;
A black web binds the world in mortal
Anguish: a hellish mire
Like black smoke upon a moor
Straight from Annwn: from fairy fire!
A hooded habit hiding fear,
A gleaming lattice laden with hate,
A coal-cloud smoking without heat.
The day is daubed with dripping night
And all my hopes have come to naught!
Hoar-frost's grandsire, father-thief,
You vault the hill, and further off
From January's trodden snow
You hurl forth ice, and madly slough
Great shreds of hoar-frost . Hell
Has come to hilltop and to heath
Right to the tip of every peak.
You spread a sea, your aspect bleak.
A black magician, there you ride
Hard at the head of a Faerie Rade
Like a crow with a gaping beak
Bereft of colour. Black. Black.
And down in every hollow skulks
A horde of blackened mocking sprites.
There is no hole that is not dank:
A swamp of hell, and swooning dark.
I'll make no tryst, though she is dear,
My lust is quenched. There's only fear.
- Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. One eighteenth century manuscript attributes the poem to Siôn ap Hywel ap Llewelyn Fychan, but all others attribute it to Dafydd. The reference to the Faerie Rade is not quite as explicit in the original: the frost is personified "like a world's magician flying/ from the homestead of the Fairy Folk" (Helen Fulton, Dafydd ap Gwilym: Apocrypha, 1996), but the fearful atmosphere is certainly just as palpable.
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THE ENCHANTED MIST
Y Niwl Hudolus
I made a tryst with an enticing girl --
A quick elopement was my goal --
Pretty as daylight, potent as doom.
Such delusion! What a dream!
I went out early for the tryst
And like the twilight loomed the mist
The silent spectre strangled light
And cloaked the heavens with the night.
I took one step, and all too soon
Land and sky could not be seen:
No home nor hill, no sea nor shore
Nor birch tree grove in all the shire.
Sulphurous fog, engulfing all.
My curse! You will not lift your pall.
Your sooty cassock cloaks the land,
A choking blanket without end.
The clouds have sunk and spread a mantle;
A black web binds the world in mortal
Anguish: a hellish mire
Like black smoke upon a moor
Straight from Annwn: from fairy fire!
A hooded habit hiding fear,
A gleaming lattice laden with hate,
A coal-cloud smoking without heat.
The day is daubed with dripping night
And all my hopes have come to naught!
Hoar-frost's grandsire, father-thief,
You vault the hill, and further off
From January's trodden snow
You hurl forth ice, and madly slough
Great shreds of hoar-frost . Hell
Has come to hilltop and to heath
Right to the tip of every peak.
You spread a sea, your aspect bleak.
A black magician, there you ride
Hard at the head of a Faerie Rade
Like a crow with a gaping beak
Bereft of colour. Black. Black.
And down in every hollow skulks
A horde of blackened mocking sprites.
There is no hole that is not dank:
A swamp of hell, and swooning dark.
I'll make no tryst, though she is dear,
My lust is quenched. There's only fear.
- Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. One eighteenth century manuscript attributes the poem to Siôn ap Hywel ap Llewelyn Fychan, but all others attribute it to Dafydd. The reference to the Faerie Rade is not quite as explicit in the original: the frost is personified "like a world's magician flying/ from the homestead of the Fairy Folk" (Helen Fulton, Dafydd ap Gwilym: Apocrypha, 1996), but the fearful atmosphere is certainly just as palpable.
- published: 28 Oct 2011
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Hwb — Cyfweliad Huw Chiswell Interview (3/11/13)
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview Huw Chiswell
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Hwb — Cyfweliad Aran a Catrin Interview (31/3/13)
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview SSiW founders Aran & Catrin Jones. Nia Parry a Matt Johnson yn cyfweld sylfaenwyr SSiW Aran a Catrin Jones.
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Matt Johnson & Nia Parry interview SSiW founders Aran & Catrin Jones. Nia Parry a Matt Johnson yn cyfweld sylfaenwyr SSiW Aran a Catrin Jones.
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Y Gwynt gan Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Wild Words at the Grave of Dafydd ap Gwilym
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Dafydd ap Gwilym
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yr eos yn y llwyn bedw Dafydd ap Gwilym Audiobook Poetry
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Elegy for Dafydd ap Gwilym (improved sound version)
Poem by Iolo Goch (14th century Welsh), extensively revised by Giles Watson.
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VOICING THE VERSE : Y GERDD AR GÂN 1/35
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Carlo - Dafydd Iwan [geiriau / lyrics]
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Welsh yr eos yn y llwyn bedw LibriVox Multilingual Poetry 002 Dafydd ap Gwilym
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The Moon
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Paxman nailed by Plaid Cymru economist
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Hwb — Cyfweliad Lisa Gwilym Interview (6/1/13)
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A Guildhall of Leaves
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The Enchanted Mist
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Archaeologists Find Skeletons, Gold Coins In Buried Pompeii Shop
Edit WorldNews.com 24 Jun 2016
In the workshop was an oven that archaeologists think might have been used to make bronze objects.The excavation of that and a second ancient shop started in May near a necropolis in the Herculaneum port area. Archaeologists are puzzling over what kind of business the second shop did ... tomb of an adult, complete with funerary vases ... Pompeii and nearby Herculaneum were ancient Roman towns....
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NASA Curiosity rover discovers unexpected mineral on Mars
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NASA's Curiosity rover has discovered an unexpected mineral in a rock sample on Mars, a finding that suggests the red planet hosted explosive volcanoes during its evolution. The Mars Science Laboratory rover, Curiosity, has been exploring sedimentary rocks within Gale Crater since landing in August 2012 ... ‘On Earth, tridymite is formed at high temperatures in an explosive process called silicic volcanism ... ....
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Kenyan, 94, testifies about killings by British soldiers
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Court in central London hears witness recall being beaten and seeing companions shot dead during Mau Mau insurgency. @owenbowcott. Nelson Njao Munyaka witnessed two companions being shot dead by British soldiers; he carried their corpses to a white settler’s farm in Kenya’s Rift Valley. Both victims had taken the Mau Mau oath and been trying to escape ... Related. UK to compensate Kenya's Mau Mau torture victims ... Twitter ... ....
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Iraqi commander: Fallujah 'fully liberated' from IS
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BAGHDAD — A senior Iraqi commander declared that the city of Fallujah was "fully liberated" from Islamic State group militants on Sunday, after a more than monthlong military operation. Iraqi troops have entered the northwestern al-Julan neighborhood, the last area of Fallujah to remain under IS control, the head of the counterterrorism forces in the operation, Lt. Gen. Abdul-Wahab al-Saadi, told The Associated Press ... figures ... ___ ... ....
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Can wounds ever heal in divided UK?
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(CNN)The referendum vote to quit the European Union has left the United Kingdom a more divided society than ever before. In fifty years reporting politics I have never encountered such shock and anger. the morning the result was announced my phone was red hot, mostly with younger friends convinced the older generation had, through indulging their prejudices, sold them down the river ... It's Brexit ... by Donald Trump. Read More ... future ... ....
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Poem of the week: Jasper by Tony Conran
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A wedding gift in verse, this is a warm celebration of art and craft, friendship and Welshness. Jasper. for John Jones the potter. Waxwork of a crag, a model of sea rock. In gleaming maroon – ... Under the moon! ... Red chalcedony ... I send ... In the llatai (“messenger”) genre of Welsh poetry, the speaker despatches a creature or object to bear his words of desire to the beloved – see Dafydd ap Gwilym’s The Seagull, recited in Welsh and English here ... ....
Corbynfydrwydd
Edit BBC News 02 Sep 2015
Rhannu. Reit, mae'r haf hirfelyn tesog ar ben a ninnau yn ôl wrth ein gwaith. Ac ydy, mae fy nhafod i'n sownd yn fy moch wrth ddisgrifio haf eleni felly. Hwyrach bod yr hinsawdd yn well yn nyddiau Dafydd ap Gwilym! Does ond gobeithio y bydd tymor y porffor perffaith yn troi mas yn well. Un dyn, ac un yn unig, sydd wedi bod yn gwneud y tywydd gwleidyddol ers y tro diwethaf i ni siarad ... Fe ddigwyddodd hynny yn yr Alban ym mis Mai ... ....
R Geraint Gruffydd: Scholar of the Reformation in Wales who became one of the leading ...
Edit The Independent 22 Jun 2015
Besides many articles on the major figures of the late Renaissance and Reformation in Wales, in particular the early humanists who placed an emphasis on God's sovereign grace, justification by faith alone, the priesthood of all believers and the authority of God's Word, Gruffydd also wrote about Dafydd ap Gwilym, generally regarded as the greatest ......
Introduction
Edit Milwaukee Journal Sentinel 15 Jun 2015
Now, while I am admitting that this blog’s title is decidedly unoriginal, I’ll point out that Heaney and Hughes also borrowed it from a bizarrely wonderful poem translated from the Welsh of Dafydd ap Gwilym ... So, in addition to the variety and enjoyment mentioned before, by channeling the spirit of Dafydd ap Gwilym’s musician, ......
John Rowlands: Author who eschewed popular taste in order to explore the human mind and ...
Edit The Independent 17 May 2015
From Bangor, Rowlands went to do doctoral research on the poetry of Dafydd ap Gwilym at Jesus College, Oxford, by which time he knew himself to be a novelist who would explore the human mind in all its aspects ... In the volume Dafydd ap Gwilym a Chanu Serch yr Oesoedd Canol (“Dafydd ap Gwilym and the Love Poetry of the Middle Ages”, 1975), which he edited, he re-examined the topic of his doctoral research....
Emeritus Professor R Geraint Gruffydd (Aberystwyth University)
Edit noodls 26 Mar 2015
(Source. Aberystwyth University) Emeritus Professor R Geraint Gruffydd. 26 March 2015. Tributes have been paid to Emeritus Professor R Geraint Gruffydd who died on Tuesday 24 March, aged 86 ... He was appointed Dean of the Arts in 1974, and in 1979 became Librarian of the National Library of Wales ... He was an authority on works of the Poets of the Princes and the work Dafydd ap Gwilym and the Poets of the Nobility ... distributed by ... (noodl....
Tributes paid to Professor John Rowlands (Aberystwyth University)
Edit noodls 25 Feb 2015
(Source. Aberystwyth University) Tributes paid to Professor John Rowlands. 25 February 2015. We note with sadness the death of Professor John Rowlands, former Professor at the Department of Welsh at Aberystwyth University ... He continued in Bangor for another two years where he completed an MA on 'Delweddau Dafydd ap Gwilym' (The Images of Dafydd ap Gwilym) ... We are agreed on one thing. we have lost a friend as well as a colleague....
From the archive, 25 November 2000: Painter and peace activist Tom Kinsey dies
Edit The Guardian 25 Nov 2014
An artist who cast an impish eye on life from the counter-culture ... Photograph. Richard Hillesley ... In the later 1960s, the home Tom shared with his then wife, Anna, and his sons, John and Tim, at Nant Gwynant became a haven for lost souls, pop stars and counter-cultural illuminati, with whom he plotted, informed by his interests in everything from Aneurin and Dafydd ap Gwilym to Jelly Roll Morton And His Red Hot Peppers ... ....
Scottish poet tastes success in Stephen Spender prize for poetry in translation
Edit The Guardian 01 Nov 2014
Quince was an essential ingredient in Galbraith's victory. Photograph. Stuart Jeffries ... The aural delicacy and soft vowels of “The Wind”, from the medieval Welsh of Dafydd ap Gwilym, ensured second prize was awarded to Gwyneth Lewis, former national poet of Wales, while third prize went to Robert Hull, who skilfully captured the droll exasperation of Martial, a Spaniard writing Latin epigrams in imperial Rome ... ....
Letter: Dannie Abse was a cultural attache for Welsh writers
Edit The Guardian 07 Oct 2014
Dannie Abse at the Hay literature festival, 2012. Photograph. Alamy ... Through his work and right up to the final collection Speak, Old Parrot (2013), Dannie drew on his boyhood in Cardiff, the landscape of Wales and especially his fascination with the ribald medieval Welsh poet Dafydd ap Gwilym ... ....
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