Ifor ap Glyn

Born and bred in London to Welsh parents, Ifor ap Glyn is a multi-award-winning poet, TV presenter, and producer, and now lives in Caernarfon. Ifor won the Crown at the National Eisteddfod – one of the festival’s most prestigious prizes – in 1999 and 2013. He is the current Bardd Cenedlaethol (National Poet of Wales), and has published five collections of poetry, the most recent Cuddle Call? with parallel translation in English. Ifor has read his poetry around the world, from China to Cameroon, and his most recent collaboration was with Ciara ní É and Pàdraig MacAoidh/Peter Mackay as part of the video poetry project, ‘Bàrd- File – Bardd’.

Ifor ap Glyn

Events

Meet the Artist »

Hear Ifor ap Glyn, Peter Mackay, Ciara ní É and Pól Mag Uidhir talk about ‘Bàrd- File – Bardd’

Wed 10 March | 12:30 - 13:00 | Free/Ticketed | StAnza Zoom

Bàrd – File – Bardd »

Showcasing the Welsh, Irish and Scots Gaelic filmpoem project

Sat 6 March - Wed 31 March | (All day) | FREE | StAnza Online

Poem

Graen

Os bendith yw clywed weithiau
oglau pren derw’n y dweud,
gorneli brawddegau’n asio’n dwt
a’r geiriau diledryw
yn llyfn dan fy llaw

braint wahanol yw clywed
iaith self- assembly

a’i threigliadau flat-pack
(hyder not included)
- mae’r ddau yn gwneud y job

Ond i’r rhelyw ohonom
sydd rywle rhwng y ddau,
weithiau’n brin o eiria mowr posh,

neu jest mynadd i barhau,

rhaid cadw’r tŵls yn loyw ‘run fath:
- ac onid honna yw ein her fwya ni?
Nid chwythu’r llediaith ddi-angen

i ffwrdd fel cwmwl blawd lli…

Ifor ap Glyn

Awte

If noo an then ah’m sained
wi the snoke o weel-turnt aik i’the tellin,
siccar ilka sentence jynin,
thon glazie wirds
snod aneath ma haun,

it’s anither stoond tae hear
oor language self-assembled
wi flat-pack lenitions
(smeddum not included)
- cause baith will dae the job.

For maist o us, houaniver, liggin
somewhaur atween the twa,
bytimes for want o the fantoosh wird
or no fashed tae stick tae Cymraeg
e’endoon,

we’ve aye tae keep oor teckle trig,
- an there’s oor sairer fecht -
no blawin awa the sawdist stour
wi the jing o the no quite richt.

Ifor ap Glyn, tr. Tam Clark