May 2010
Naught but a moon of purple
the naked hills along;
the voice of the ancient river
filling the vale with song.
the naked hills along;
the voice of the ancient river
filling the vale with song.
This is my own translation of one of my favourite poems, *Atgof* by Hedd Wyn (1887-1917). The original is at http://cy.wikisource.org/wiki/Atgof .
