Tag Archives: cyhydedd hir

The Road to Find Out: cyhydedd hir

Posted on May 8, 2025 by JRL

When do you find out
what life is about,
without any doubt
of its meaning?
How does it appear,
when you see it clear
and without fear
intervening? Continue reading →

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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir

Posted on February 15, 2017 by John

What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading →

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Sing, Then: a cyhydedd hir

Posted on May 4, 2011 by John

To fill life with song, sing out all day long both right notes, and wrong; do not be shy. Don’t worry the notes. Just listen, and quote; and do keep your throat from getting dry. The subject, the text? The … Continue reading →

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The Garden Seat: a cyhydedd hir

Posted on April 10, 2004 by John

A quiet place to sit, think what I see fit, and watch the birds flit around the yard. Not so much to seek (a crumb, so to speak) to make each work week that much less hard. And yet, through … Continue reading →

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Oh Bard, Come Sing: the official Welsh meters

Posted on February 18, 2003 by John

Oh Bard, release your sacred song to heal these hurts and ways gone wrong! (cyhydedd fer) Let loose thy harp strings, filled with untamed woe; go deeply, cut to the heart – For it is there our wounds start. (englyn … Continue reading →

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