My a skrifas geryow finek an bardhonek ma nans yw teyr bledhen, ha hevlena my a vynnas y worfenna avel darn kowel. I wrote the last few lines of this poem three years ago, and this year I wanted to finish off the whole piece. Nos Galan An jydh re hedhis unn weyth finek rag pols ynter anal ha koskik, Pan dhiwwynk dewlagas skwithys ow mires orth hunros hwansus, Y hwilons styr nowyth an dordro ow mones yn sowdhan kammdro. Yma dhedha seghyer ankveys, possa gen pub dydh tremenys. Pystyon a vynn kastya'n Kalan yn-mysk glyttrans an owr honan. Korf gwiskys an diwettha our Na fors an mall po naghans pur . An bys a lagatt orth y vejeth Ha gwaytyans an steronydhieth Rag an howl a sedh orth diwedh jorna, ha bledhen nowyth a sav y'n bora... New Year's Eve The day has stopped one final time for a moment between breath and sleep, When tired eyes blink looking at a chanced dream, The search new meaning in the Earth's turn Veering off as they go. They carry with them forgotten baggag...
Bardhonieth ha drollow derowel ha treylyes. Original and translated poetry and stories in Cornish. 🏳️🌈