deepundergroundpoetry.com
Ar Hyd y Nos / All Through the Night
Ar Hyd y Nos
Bore dda, canol nos,
Fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
Yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
Mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
Adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
A oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
I’r cerddoriaeth,
Or ein glaw,
Ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
Gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
Budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
Fel y mae’n rhaid…..
All Through The Night
Good morning, midnight,
A swallow will nest shallow
In my sensual summer dream.
The bedroom air becomes a bird,
Wings spill ink into walls
That were chapel once.
We sleep our way back
To the music
Of our rains
And our broken landscapes.
The dawn wears stories over her sores
Unbuttoned winds shake the house,
And our pride will wear new colours
As it must…..
Bore dda, canol nos,
Fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
Yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
Mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
Adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
A oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
I’r cerddoriaeth,
Or ein glaw,
Ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
Gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
Budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
Fel y mae’n rhaid…..
All Through The Night
Good morning, midnight,
A swallow will nest shallow
In my sensual summer dream.
The bedroom air becomes a bird,
Wings spill ink into walls
That were chapel once.
We sleep our way back
To the music
Of our rains
And our broken landscapes.
The dawn wears stories over her sores
Unbuttoned winds shake the house,
And our pride will wear new colours
As it must…..
Published 24th Dec 2021
Author's Note
ERULGCT 119. Extra special love to Uma, who having bit tough time xx As an international site, think more foreign language poems should be encouraged. Not fluent in Welsh mind.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 2
comments 3
reads 251
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
25th Dec 2021 5:04pm
You know what my favorite part of my poem Fidelio is, where I speak Russian and then German. I probably butchered it, but it was a thrill, the undiscovered country, as the bard said. Also, it was collaborative, in that I asked a friend here fluent in both languages for the translation. We're so much more engaged and beautiful when we're connecting with each other.
In our 3 dimensional reckonings, as we experience spacetime, the edges where things meet is a tenebrous, vibrating netherworld that it takes an artist to explore. It is a realm I so often enter when I contemplate your writing, the metaphors carry me there. A kind of simultaneous peace and melancholy, I don't know how to describe it better, that reaches in and awakens the heart, which for me, so often slumbers. It is a vital experience. Something sacred lost, remaining as a phantom, just at the periphery, the avatars that hold so much meaning. In the end, there is this sense of how we soldier on, how the whole of the world does, because we must, and that resonates so powerfully.
In our 3 dimensional reckonings, as we experience spacetime, the edges where things meet is a tenebrous, vibrating netherworld that it takes an artist to explore. It is a realm I so often enter when I contemplate your writing, the metaphors carry me there. A kind of simultaneous peace and melancholy, I don't know how to describe it better, that reaches in and awakens the heart, which for me, so often slumbers. It is a vital experience. Something sacred lost, remaining as a phantom, just at the periphery, the avatars that hold so much meaning. In the end, there is this sense of how we soldier on, how the whole of the world does, because we must, and that resonates so powerfully.
25th Dec 2021 10:10pm
Diolch! I said this before, you should lecture this stuff. No one grasps the human condition like you. Such insight is a gift and can't be learnt. It just exists in some.
9th Jan 2022 4:55pm
