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A memory

Naught but a moon of purple

the naked hills along;

the voice of the ancient river

filling the vale with song.

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Published: May 23, 2010
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Notes: 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 .

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