#cynghanedd

[pethaucwiar]

Y Fampir

y mae'n cysgu mewn casged - gwae ninnau !

gwan ei enaid caled;

croen llac, fel ei siaced

â'i ddagrau hen, mae'n ddi-gred

[seanofbeankeep]

Welsh poetic meter is fascinating 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

[pethaucwiar]

dylwn i bostio mwy trwy gyfrwng y Gymraeg, felly er mwyn fy ysbrydoli, a oes argymhellion gydag unrhywun am flogiau sy'n postio'n aml yn yr heniaith?

dwi'n meddwl am rannu mwy o gerddi, oherywdd mae diffyg cynghanedd ar Tumblr yn fy mhrofiad i, ac rhaid i fi dal i ymarfer a gwella'm sgiliau barddonol

[graywyvern]

( peter richards in asemic / @spaceliminalbot )

"The initial move by Pippin and Pinkard, writing in the late 1980s and early ’90s, was to argue for a ‘non-metaphysical’ reading of Hegel."

"Wood-led – The feeling that despite weary legs and an empty stomach, one cannot give up exploring a wood or other landscape feature until one has turned at least one more twist in the path, seen at least one more view never experienced before." --@HooklandGuide

Autism survey.

"Not sure if this feels true to other autistic people but I feel like autistic people don't struggle with changes that feel logical and expected. Our issues seem to be with arbitrary changes." --@barisanhantu

"The point wasn’t to move LSD from one lab to another but to break it out of the lab altogether, to carry it to freedom, and to let it carry its users to freedom too."

monkey brittle · metal bronco being watched · Tengwar batch Care Now · crow nigh monkey brittle break

Fly.

[gwagedd]

Te oer yw’r tebot arian,

Lliain fwrdd fel llyn y fan.

Cwpled cyntaf yr awdl fuddugol.

[gwagedd]

Y Goddodin, Aneurin

Gwŷr a aeth Gatraeth gan wawr

Dygymyrrws eu hoed eu hanianawr

Medd yfynt melyn, melys, maglawr

Blwyddyn bu llewyn llawer cerddor

Aeth gwŷr i Gatraeth gyda’r wawr

Cwtogodd eu hwyliau eu bywyd

Medd a yfent, melyn, melys, yn maglu

Bu llawer o gerddorion yn llawen am flwyddyn.

Men went to Catraeth at dawn

Their natures shortened their lives

They drank mead - yellow, sweet, ensnaring

Many a minstrel was happy for a year.

Y Gododdin is a medieval Welsh poem consisting of a series of elegies to the men of the Brittonic kingdom of Gododdin and its allies who, according to the conventional interpretation, died fighting the Angles of Deira and Bernicia at a place named Catraeth (probably Catterick, North Yorkshire) in about AD 600.

[gwagedd]

Englynion

Dewi Wyn o Eifion

Uchelgaer dros y weilgi- gyr y byd

Ei gerbydau drosti

Chwithau holl longau’r lli

Ewch o dan ei chadwyni.

Englyn i'r Gorwel gan Dewi Emrys

Wele rith fel ymyl rhod - o'n cwmpas

Campwaith dewin hynod

Hen linell bell nad yw'n bod

Hen derfyn nad yw'n darfod.

Roger Jones, 'Nyth' -

Ni fu saer na’i fesuriad yn rhoi graen

Ar ei grefft a’i drwsiad;

Dim ond adar mewn cariad

Yn gwneud tŷ heb ganiatâd.

[gwagedd]

Y Gwynt

Rhiain a’m gwnaeth yn gaethwlad,

Rhed fry rhod a thŷ ei thad.

Cur y ddôr, par egori

Cyn y dydd i’m cennad i,

A chais ffordd ati, o chaid,

A chân lais fy uchenaid.

Deuy o’r sygnau diwael,

Dywaid hyn i’m diwyd hael:

Er hyd yn y byd y bwyf,

Corodyn cywir ydwyf.

Dafydd ap Gwilym

A girl has caused my disgrace,

Run up to her father’s house,

Knock on the door, make him open

To my messenger before the dawn,

Find her if there’s any way,

Give song to the voice of my sigh.

You come from unsullied stars,

Tell my noble, generous her:

For as long as I’m alive I will be her loyal slave.

wedi’i gyfieithu gan Gwyneth Lewis