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#9 Awdl gywydd

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Awdl gywydd owdl gów-wid (rhymed cywcdd)the 9th codified Official Welsh Meter, a Cywydd, was rarely used by the chief poets or house bards who preferred Cywydd deuair hirion, but it continued to be employed by the lesser order of poets of the 14th century and has been revived by modern Welsh poets.

The defining features of the Awdl gywydd are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of couplets, it is often written in pairs as a quatrain.
  2. syllabic, 7 syllable lines.
  3. rhymed, the end syllable of L1 is repeated as rhyme at the pause in the early part (2nd, 3rd, or 4th syllable) of L2. The end syllable of L2 is a linking rhyme from couplet to couplet.

    x x x x x x A
    x x A x x x B (A could shift position slightly)            

    x x x x x x C
    x x C x x x B (C could shift position slightly)



    Gorchest Beirdd or Poet's Bravado

    I'ch llys iach llawn, wiw Rys, yr awn
    a gwys a gawn, agos ged;
    a'th fudd, with fael, o gudd I'w gael,
    aur rhudd, wr hael, rhwydd y rhed.
           --- Madog Dwgraig 15th century

    This cywydd uses cynghanedd to the
    point of almost creating a nonsense poem.

    Ancient Welshman by Judi Van Gorder

    Magician or sorcerer,
    known conjurer, king's advocate.
    Poet priest, leader of men,
    Merlin's pen predicts one's fate.



    The Río Grande by Stephen Arndt

    I saw from El Paso's bridge
    The high ridge of Cristo Rey,
    With its cross against the sky,
    And asked why things stood this way.

    On this side the rooted rich
    Hold their niche of luxury;
    On that side the migrant poor
    Find no cure for poverty.

    Below the bridge (as I live!)
    The Great River had run dry,
    Whose deep streams had once split us
    Apart, plus our common tie.

    Could the Río Grande's dirt
    Now alert both Brown and White
    That it need no more divide
    Our two sides but can unite?

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