Ceinwen Procter

The poet and editor Ceinwen Procter has died after a long illness caused by kidney failure. She was a fine poet and for twelve years had to attend dialysis twice a week at Morriston Hospital. She was highly intelligent and worked for a while as an editor of journals of Pergamon Press in London as an editor for Robert Maxwell. She bore her long and painful illness with great courage and it is fortunate that she recorded some poetry at the studio run by Mary Hopkin’s daughter. She also recorded some poetry for Samuel Hinton. For some years she had been getting weaker and thinner as the illness took hold, so found it increasingly difficult to walk. A few weeks ago she was taken to Morriston Hospital but died of an infection. She saw a copy of my autobiography just before she died. I am glad of this because she looked forward to the publication of each new book. I suggest a memorial event in Llan Giwg with readings of her poetry. She was born in Treforys (Morriston) and could understand the Welsh language well. She could read fluently in it, and the readings of her own poetry are of the finest quality. She read with great sensitivity with perfect instinctive intonation. Life is as a river that flows eternally, those who are gone are still with us in memory, the waters are transient, the river eternal. This is an englyn in memory of Ceinwen, a small offering.

Yr Afon

Sw^n y dwfr, sain a dofrwydd – ar y graig,
Ar grugiau, bodlonrwydd.
Haul o naid fel y nodwydd,
Rhed afon ar faen yn rwydd.

The River

Sound of water, a gentle music – on the rock
On the hills, contentment.
The sun leaps needle like,
A river flows easy on the stone.

In her younger days she was very fond of walking the beautiful country around the village of Craig Cefn Parc, and was a most sensitive messenger of nature, being the gentlest and most noble of ladies.

Gwyn ei byd y rhai pur o galon, canys hwy a welant Dduw.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.


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