Aberdaron
Albert Cynan Evans-Jones
When I am old and honoured
With silver in my purse
All criticism over
All men singing my praise
I will purchase a lonely cottage
With nothing facing its door,
But the cliffs of Aberdaron
And the wild waves on the shore
For there I will discover
In the stormy wind and its cry
Echoes of the old rebellion
My soul knew in days gone by
And I will sing with the old passion
While gazing through the door
At the cliffs of Aberdaron
And the wild waves on the shore
This poem by SIr Albert (Cynan) Evans-Jones is carved into a pavement outside the Neational Trust Porth y Swnt centre in Aberdaron. The centre explores the geography and culture of the region, the Lleyn, in poetry and visual installations.
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