Another poet introduced to me via death notice. I could not read Dic Jones if I wanted, unless he’s been brought over into English (I can’t find a trace of it if so). But I was able to find this fascinating video of the poet reciting his poem “Y Gwanwyn” (“To Spring,” I believe), apparently on his farm at Blaenannerch, near Cardigan. It’s wonderful hearing the moist Welsh words lovingly uttered under a sky full of clouds, upon a field of green, by an elder poet leaning comfortably back against a tractor wheel.Read More