T.H. Parry-Williams was a a giant of Welsh literature: he
won both the chair and the crown in two National Eisteddfodau, he attained a
Chair in the Welsh department in the University of Wales College Aberystwyth
(that was Aberystwyth University’s name in the old days) when such
opportunities were incredibly rare; he was a masterly poet and writer, creating
a long list of splendid publications. T.H. was the author of “Hon”, one of the
most famous Welsh poems ever.
T.H. was born in Rhyd-Ddu, Snowdonia, but he moved to
Aberystwyth to take a Chair in the College in 1920, and he lived in the town
until his death in 1975. Since he lived in Wern, North Road, the house was a great
location to place a plaque, considering his contribution to Aberystwyth, Wales
and the world. Although there was an unsuccessful attempt in the past, this
attempt was successful. At the request of the Town Council, I’ve organised the
wording and design of the plaque and ordered it.
I’m very proud that the plaque has gone up, and it’s a great
opportunity for us in Aberystwyth to celebrate and take pride in the literature
which has come from the town and enriched it. Raising awareness of these kind
of things is something that we should be doing more, and therefore in the
medium term, I hope this will be a step towards presenting a wide and
integrated view of the literary history of the town.
It’s appropriate for me to finish this blog with a poem by
T.H. Parry Williams himself. In brackets is my rough, very poor translation; it can’t capture all aspects of the original!
Bardd
Canodd ei gerdd i gyfeiliant berw ei waed;
Canodd hi, a safodd gwlad ar ei thraed.
Canodd hi, a safodd gwlad ar ei thraed.
Canodd ei gân yn gyfalaw i derfysg Dyn;
Canodd hi, ac nid yw ein llên yr un.
Canodd hi, ac nid yw ein llên yr un.
(Poet
He sung his poem/song to the accompaniment of his blood
boiling
He sung it, and a country stood on it’s feet
He sung his song as the melody to human commotion
He sung it, and our literature is not the same.)
He sung it, and a country stood on it’s feet
He sung his song as the melody to human commotion
He sung it, and our literature is not the same.)
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