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Post by Heron on May 19, 2006 13:31:00 GMT -1
BRAN
"dyuot tri aderyn, a dechreu canu udunt ryw gerd"
Seven years they feasted on birdsong At at the end of the seventh Took the head to Gwales.
Sweet voices of Rhiannon In chants of forgetfulness For eighty years of the world's time.
Heilyn opened the door To end the song; He had no choice But to choose sorrow.
The raven croak Brought back the black Head to them. They took it to the White Hill The world moved on.
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Post by Blackbird on May 19, 2006 18:59:42 GMT -1
Love it! I love 'feasted on birdsong' and the last stanza particularly. Beautiful wordcraft
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Post by Heron on May 21, 2006 13:28:45 GMT -1
Diolch Blackbird The other poems in the sequences are at; members.lycos.co.uk/gjbryn/on the page listed as 'Welsh History' in the index Bendithion Greg
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