
The Tŷ Newydd Hotel on the beach at Aberdaron by William M. Connolley
We celebrate the first week of Reading Wales 2024 with two verses from a poem written by the Welsh war poet, writer and dramatist Albert Cynan Evans-Jones
Aberdaron
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
(The above first two verses of this well-loved poem can be seen carved in stone near the centre of Aberdaron village.)
His experiences during the Great War influenced Evans-Jones’s poetry most profoundly and his words reflected the horrifying realities of conflict – not only on the battlefield but on the bodies and emotions of those fighting at the front.
When peace was declared, he enrolled in Pwllheli college to train for the ministry of the Presbyterian Church of Wales and was ordained in 1920, serving in Penmaenmawr as a minister until 1931, after which he was appointed a tutor in the Extramural Department of the University College of North Wales specialising in Drama and Welsh Literature.
Evans-Jones is probably most widely remembered for being hugely influential in modernising the National Eisteddfod, the largest, most important festival of music and poetry – not merely in Wales but in Europe. He was twice an Archdruid (the only person to be nominated a second time for the position), serving from 1950 until 1954, and again from 1963 until 1966. He was also the Recorder of the Gorsedd of Bards (a Welsh society of poets) in 1935, and joint secretary of the National Eisteddfod Council in 1937.
As a competitor, he won the Bardic Crown for his poem Mab y Bwthyn (‘A Cottage Son’) when the National Eisteddfod was held in Caernarfon in 1921 and again in 1923 for Yr Ynys Unig (‘The Lonely Isle’) when it took place in Mold. He then held the title for an impressive third time with Y Dyrfa (‘The Crowd’) in the cathedral city of Bangor in 1931.
He is buried in the grounds of St Tysilio’s Church, Menai Bridge, Church Island, Menai Strait, Anglesey.
