Like the old songs they left behind,
We hung our harps in the willows again.
Ballads of boys blow on the wind,
Their blood is mingled with the rain.
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✒️ #HeddWyn, Welsh poet, #DOTD 31 July 1917. #Poetry #Literature
We haven’t a claim on the stars, Nor on the lonesome moon, Nor on the golden cloud that bathes Amidst the unbounded blue. We haven’t a claim in the world, There’s nothing that’s yours or mine, But the dear old earth, all gone to rack Amidst the glory Divine.
Very special to revisit #YrYsgwryn today - birthplace of #HeddWyn #Cymraeg #poet #bard. Fondly remembering the special afternoon we spent with Gerald Williams there. yrysgwrn.com/en/
Mae'r hen delynau genid gynt,
Ynghrog ar gangau'r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A'u gwaed yn gymysg efo'r glaw.
#HeddWyn
Gwnes wir fwynhau ymweld â’r Ysgwrn yn ddiweddar. Lle difyr, trist a hardd. Y tywyswyr yn arbennig. A drws coch y gegin yn berffaith.
Yr Ysgwrn - well worth a visit. Interesting, sad and beautiful. And the red door in the kitchen is perfect.
#heddwyn #warpoet #hanescymru #yrysgwrn
