Gillian Clarke
inglês
Catrin Glyndwr: Colli Amser
Cyfri’r amser yr wyf yma
gyda chydunnau fy mhlant,
gweithio dolen o bleth yn foreuol
yna’n wythnosol.
Nodi marc ar y mur
gyda’r gwaed a wasgaf
o gnoi ewinedd i’r byw.
Dathlu taldra hefyd
er mor llwyd eu mebyd
bu dyddiau trugarog.
ac adrodd a wnaf am gario llestr o’r ffynnon,
am edrych i’r wybren trwy’r coed,
am gasglu cennin y brain,
am gyfri lliwiau’r dail,
yn efydd ac ambr, ysgarlad gloyw.
Aur llathrog atgof yw.
Tarset: Bloodaxe, 2012
Produção de áudio: Wales Literature Exchange
Lost Time
I’m counting time
with strands of my children’s hair,
twisting one link from a braid
each morning. Every week
I mark the wall with blood
squeezed from my nail
bitten to the quick.
It’s how we used to mark their height.
However grey their childhood
they were kindly days
and I recite again and again
how we’d carry a pitcher to the well,
how we watched the sky through the trees,
how we gathered bluebells,
how we counted the colours of leaves,
copper, amber, radiant scarlet.
The golden glow of memory.