Er Gwell, Er Gwaeth (For Better, For Worse)
by solitary walker
A’r fodrwy hon y’th briodaf …¹
something about the ring in the blackbird’s eye
on an April evening; the hunter’s jewelled stare;
the marriage of sun and rain on dancing water;
the circle of my arms round sheets off the line;
yours bringing armfuls of wood for the fire.
â’m corff y’th anrhydeddaf …²
something of touch, taste, smell, the language
of hands, those chemical gifts one to the other;
grace and gesture, silence and reflection
that pair for life two swans on a river,
soundlessly sculling the stream, lover to lover.
â’m holl olud bydol y’th gynnysgaeddaf …³
my dowry a derelict house on a hill, five fields,
two acres of bluebells under oaks; yours, your vision.
You made sound the ruin, dreamed space and light,
a room of oak and glass, let in the sky, the hills,
and all of Ceredigion, Cariad, in a glance.
From the Welsh:
¹ With this ring I thee wed
² With this body I thee worship
³ With all my worldly goods I thee endow