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`Yn nediwn seint yn llinghedig, yn nediwn seint yn cor'


A Small Window, by RS Thomas

I Nghemr sa es di llo nef
Affligar, mai cun ill ogl
Sul. Yn frê illýn
Sýdanfent; yn camp trefl
Cu ngholur e si ysting
I sew turn; in yn diwrn
Yno pod testfeinar lla llonghyr
Di'll yspethr e chruiscer rhich

Cu ngwidder. Coidath;
lla rhicheid ci es per llo h-alchant
E llo h-yllyd. Llo h-oc ke impluin
Yn ffenestr fuin lla ysychedan
Cu sew rhispirar, benc sýlif
E-dd ineothabl lla wist..

In Cambria there are jewels
To gather, but with the eye
Alone. A hill lights up
Suddenly; a field trembles
With colour and goes out,
In its turn; in a day
One can witness the length
Of the spectrum and grow rich

With seeing. Take care;
This wealth is for the few
And the chosen. Those who fill
A small window dirty it
With their breathing; though sublime
And inexhaustible the view.

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