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Tag Archives: An introduction to Welsh poetry from the beginnings to the sixteenth century
in verse # 13 : free verse, and bound
The observant amongst you will have had cause to wonder at Rolfe Humphries’ use of the term “free meters,” in the subtitle of his Green armor on green ground : poems in the twenty-four official Welsh meters, and some, in … Continue reading
in verse # 12 : notes upon the staff
When I was quite young, I thought “certain” was a verb. I was sure of this because I could think of no other reason that a choir of angels would tell a coven of shepherds that there was no well … Continue reading
in verse # 11 : last of the awdl
To me, turkey has always meant dark meat — the leg and the thigh. This may be because of an association I made early on between dark meat and the dark lady of the sonnets. I had no idea who … Continue reading
in verse # 10 : aged in charcoal
Rolfe Humphries’s fine poem, “Winter, Old Style,” with which he illustrates the Welsh meter rhupunt, ends with these lines: The trees are bowed in the bare wood; there is no shade in any vale. The reeds are dry and … Continue reading
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Tagged An introduction to Welsh poetry from the beginnings to the sixteenth century, An Old Man's Winter Night, Green Armor on Green Ground, Gwyn Williams, Leslie Norris, Midnight lantern, poetry, Robert Frost, Rolfe Humphries, Tess Gallagher, To Whom Can I Open My Heart?
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in verse #8 : for good measure
“All early Welsh poetry is rhymed. The word awdl, used for the work of a chief bard, is the same as odl meaning rhyme, and an awdl was rhymed speech” as Gwynn Williams informs us[i]. This is an old, old … Continue reading
in verse # 7 : not just a pretty face
In a response to my last post, Jonathan Langford asked two questions that I wanted to answer immediately. But I made the mistake of thinking about his questions as I was formulating my answers, and my answers grew more complex. … Continue reading
in verse # 6 : verse control
It seems like lately every time this post is due, I’m away from home. In April, it was Pacific Grove; in May, Ithaca; in June, this month right here, yesterday, I was in Rock Creek Hollow. That’s up in Wyoming. … Continue reading
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Tagged An introduction to Welsh poetry from the beginnings to the sixteenth century, cyhydedd fer, cynghanedd, e.e. cummings, Englyn milwr, Englyn penfyr, Englyn unodl crwca., Englyn unodl union, Green Armor on Green Ground, Gwyn Williams, handcarts, John Keats, On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer, Rolfe Humphries, Sarah Jane Jones Lloyd, wild sex, Willie Company
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