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| Dafydd ap Gwilym, Wales' greatest poet (and
lover!), is a fascinating yet shadowy figure from the past. He was born
in the early part of the fourteenth century, a contemporary of Boccaccio
and some thirty years older than Chaucer. He spent his early years in Llanbadarn
with his parents and with his uncle Llywelyn in Castell Newydd Emlyn. He
spent much of his later life in exile, and, so popular belief has it, was
buried in Strata Florida, near Tregaron.
Llywelyn was described by Dafydd as a warrior, as Lord of Dyfed, and also as a poet, a scholar, a linguist and a teacher. Llywelyn and Dafydd were learned and cultured: they probably spoke several languages and were versed in both contemporary and in classical literature. Dafydd describes Llywelyn's house, Cryngae, as a white-washed house perched on a hill, with lamps burning brightly, with seats covered with silk brocade, and in which fine French wine was drunk from cups of gold. Dafydd was recognized as an exceptional poet in his own day, and his position as Wales's greatest poet has remained unchallenged over the centuries. He was a master of traditional Welsh poetry, but he was also an innovator in form and in content. His work includes funny and bawdy tales of amorous (mis)adventures, meticulously observed and original nature poetry, accomplished formal elegies and eulogies, strikingly passionate love poetry, provocative and inspiring religious and metaphysical poems - all presented with humour and compassion. His work is enjoyable and relevant - as if it had been written yesterday and not nearly seven hundred years ago. Both the presentations and the show weave ribald tales of adventure, tongue-in-cheek stories of misadventure, formal poems to the idealized Dyddgu and powerful love poems to the fiery Morfudd into a narrative leading from the adventures of youth to the reflective sadness of old age. They also suggest the difficult times in which Dafydd lived - shortly after the loss of Welsh Independence as the English were appearing in Wales. The readings reveal many of the qualities of Dafydd's
work: his gift as a story-teller, his fantasy, his humour, his passion
and his understanding of the deepest emotions. Although it is almost seven
hundred years since Dafydd was born, his work is remarkably relevant for
it deals in a wry and compassionate, albeit sometimes disabused, way with
love, alienation and disillusionment, and with intense and sometimes stormy
relationships.
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