Mr and Mrs Clarke

Fy luminary. Fy y bore a’r seren gyda’r nos. Fy golau ar hanner dydd pan fo dim haul a gostwng y nen. Y cydbwysedd fy llawenydd mewn byd sydd wedi mynd oddi ar y llawenydd yn safonol. Eiddoch wyneb ifanc cydnabûm fel petai wedi eich adnabod o’r hen.

My luminary. My morning and evening star. My light at noon when there is no sun and the sky lowers. My balance of joy in a world that has gone off joy’s standard. Yours the face that young I recognised as though I had known you of old.

- R S Thomas