Day Ninety-four
An Pajerdegves
Dedh ha Pajar Ügens
De Yow, pempes
mis Ebrel. Da ew genam kerres (kerdhes) e’n pow en gwenton. Ma lies edhen o càna,
oll sortow a edhen – rüdhogyon, molhas dû, pednow palyon ha nebes heckamolas
erel. Ma flourys melen wheg en keow; eythin ha lily Corawys whath (kenth o Pask
gellys). Ma bardhonek en Sowsnek gen Robert Seymour Bridges, Yma gwenton ow mos oll yn gwynn. En
Kernow e’n polj ma nei ell leverel Ma
gwenton moas oll en melen.
Thursday,
5th April. I like walking in the countryside in spring. Many birds
are singing, all sorts of birds – robins, blackbirds, blue-tits and several other
“dicky birds”. There are sweet yellow flowers in hedges; gorse and daffodils
still (even though Easter has gone). There is a poem in English by Robert
Seymour Bridges “Spring goeth all in white”. In Cornwall at this moment we can
say “Spring goes all in yellow”.
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