Poetry and Dramatization II

Poetry and Dramatization I

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Poerty and music from Lithuania

IMANTS ZIEDONIS(1933)

His first publications were in 1956.
Ziedonis belongs to the poetic generation,of the late 50th and the early 60th, who expressed free thoughts, seeking a new expression, holding up the nation’s spiritual strength.
The author’s poetry is charactised by original thoughts and expressions, unexpected flashes of ideas and theses, paradoxes, realia of everyday speech in poetry, combinig the fragile and the harsh, philosophy.

Motorcycle

There is nothing yet
Only lilac taste in the mornings
And white fog
Sleeps in apple trees flowers
I will leave everything I have
Couse it is not the main
And those who know, what the road is
They will forgive me.

There is nothing yet.
Only nights do not have peace
Road columns are walking around the house
And asking about me
Stars are shininhg in
The motorcycle’s eyes
In strange presentiment.

There is nothing yet
Motorkey is sleeping on the table
Oil is sleeping in the tankard
And the driver is sleeping in a difficult sleep
But on a black road’s surfacing
With the first morning dew
Persentimental descends.

***

Motor-motors

IN cylinder,
Spark,
Explosion...
IN cylinder,
Spark,
Explosion!
And the motors roars.
Guys this way ‘s started!
Only the long roar stays after us,
And whirlwinds mix highway’s dust.

One tenth of a second in the cilinder’s heart
Pressure grows,
Other second and sparkles lightening thin.
And guys, all this life becomes as one fling into infinity,
One race into infinity...

Days are like series of explosions.
Breathe in,
Breath out,
Motor,
Pulls you put through life.
Other thungs are not important.

Road is very easy, as a rēbuss
Road is so odorant as July
And dirty as March.
There is no finish and won’t be, there is only a start.

OJĀRS VĀCIETIS (1933 -1983)

Has entered the poetry with a youthful excite-ment, frankness and new winds (collections “ The wind of the far roads”, “In the fires”).
Has been an ardent hater of lies, compromises, being aware of global problems and unsafety of the modern world.
His poetry expression is variegated and rich – from classical four-line rhymes to free poetry and original rhymes of words and sounds.
Because of his talent, integrity and courage, Vācietis became a measurement of poetry and moral values

As huge candlesticks oaks are standing
In nacked autumns and springs
As Latgalian candlesticks oaks are standing
With the moonlight in their brunches

However, the moon is the moon and stars are too far
You don’t nkow about candlesticks’ sufferings.
When at midnights black silence
For candles beg candlesticks’ hands.

But over flows white eternity
Down the Milkyway streams
As huge candlesticks oaks are standing
And waiting for their candles., being his generation’s conscience.

*****

Yellow got covered with snow maples.
Snowy blossom bird-cherryes.
Meadows got covered with flowers
Ah, how sweet is to sink there!

Get covered with snow like bird-cherries
To snow till insanity snow
And then in get stunck in those meadows
And in lips like in a marsh.

Never have been so light.
Ever the sky’s horizon sounds.
Now the world gives you back,
Things you gave to me.

****

Maply got yellow covered with snow
Snowy bird-cherries snow.
With flowers will fields snow up.
How sweet it is snowing there!

To snow up white as bird-cherries,
To snow till insanity
And then sink in those fields
And lips in a march.

There was never so light
Even the sky’s horizon sounds
Now the world is giving to you all that
you have given to me.

****
Something quietly, quetly- as snow is snowing,
Something lightly- as faraway memory,
You sing to me, it does not matter, where from,
I am so close to you, that I will definitely hear.
To be closer- it is impossible anyway,
I am so close that you cannot notice the distance,
Everything that exists between us only unites,
So transparent the world can be only when it is happy.

****
Gauja

Which water would laugh so much,
If it is drawn with a hand?
God was in love when he created Gauja.

My endless trouble
My feather and paintbrush.
Bloodstring of Vidzeme,
Latvian necklace...

Among all Enisejs,
Elbas and Gangs,
I promise to find you.

I wish you
to have light on your sands
Ryes on you shores
And tears on people funerals.

I wish nor gods, neither devils
To nkow what our words mean
Buti f they catch us and burn
Then only both on one fire!

ALEKSANDRS ČAKS(1901 – 1950)

Čaks was the first Latvian writer, whose works expressed the city theme, compared to the former Latvian literature, which mostly described the country or small villages.
His first poetry collection was edited in 1925, dedicated to Riga and its life. His poetry was full of imagesand themas formerly not depicted in Latvian poetry – the night lifein the city, the homeless, the prostitutes, the poverty and even the drain-pipe.
In Čak’s works, he demonstrates his deep love to Riga, justas it is, which especially is demonstrated in the title – poem of the collection “A heart on the Pavement”
Has written also romantic poems, dedicating them to the Latvian warriors of World War I.

Ice-cream

Ice- cream!!!
How many times I have gone by tram
Without a ticket
Only to buy you!

Ice-cream,
Your waffle
Blossom for money
On every corner of a ciry,
Your waffles
Wonderfully yellow,
As in shops of tearoze boulevards,
Your waffles,
Pink as blod,
As lips of ladies and auto nightroom.

Ice-cream
The rarest stamps
With multi-coloured tigers as a show-windows,
With long giraffes as a radio towers
I have sold for you.

Ice- cream
Your coolness seductive
I have felt sharplier
Then girl’s lips and fear,
You,
A calendar of my agedness,
Loving you
I was learning to love
All my life and longing.

***

Waterspout

Waterspout
You are the first musical instrumenti f my youth,
Five-floor long,
Grey macaron,
Under your mouth
Ice is growing as a glittering beard-
The only one ice-cream for boys
which was for free.
You-
winter house for flies and centipedes,
the longest tunnel for rain.

Why for you are streching
So fragile and delicate
Along houses upwards,
As well as my sadness?

Why are you so thick
As my indoor plants
And virgins on modern postcards?

It seems that this is destiny for all those
Who strive upwards
From street’s noise
From life’s stoutness cheap.

***

City boy

Listen, ex-swineherds, I am coming to help you!
Me- a city boy,
Adhered to street smell and rudeness,
Hating everything, that is calm and slow.

As I was in my yourth
Crazy, with spit in my mouth as a beast:
I had nobody who could enter me in slowliness
As you did- meadows, cows and lambs.

That is why you like to play your pipes
And to sleep and to dream under willows.
But I like to whistle and to raise the dust on a boulevard
And to push life further as a two-wheeled carriage.

What a scrab of waiting as a servant round the corner,
When a possibility coms!-
Eh, let’s drink, for that I am a shameless person ,
Dear es swineherds...you.

FRICIS BĀRDA(1880 – 1919)

Is one of the most philosophically educated Latvian poets at the beginning of the 20th century.
Is a bright and talented master of Latvian romantic poetry.
The basis of his poetry is a visual image picture, through which one can precisely perceive the mood and feelings of the lyrical hero.
Traditional themes – Motherland, love, nature, soul, death, life, eternity-framed into an original imagery and rhythm, philosophical generalization.
A decisive pantheist in nature poetry.
is an outstanding master of children’s poetry – uses original imagery and a special love.
One of the most popular Latvian classics. His collection “A son of the Earth” has been edited at least 12, “Songs and prayers to the True of Life” – 9 times.

Rain-Lietutiņš

Rain… Rain…
Warm May rain!
The sky’s gladness glittering
Making soul to awake
How it is dancing!
How it is shining!How it is glittering
With golden fires
On lime-tree leaves
Soft, honeyed
As child’d soft hands
Raised to the sky

Birches- Bērzi

My fatherland’s saint birches
They stand bluish
And with blooming hands
Blessing growing grass

Still flower souls fields
Sending praying to the clouds

Ploughman is going to the field
Old, grey-haired already, power in limbs dissapears
But flower souls sing songs to him
And pet his cheek.

***

Bukurags

Ah, ah- he is terrible and bad,
This old, this big, this corniferous ram!
Even to Janka he doe not give way
And goes to butt with last year’s calf.
Only today to him happened everything simply.
He went to a spring to take a look at dandelions
And opposite comes the same ram as him.
o- thinks he the business will be! And bah!he strikes !
bah !and into the spring...
he jumped out ans sneezes.

ASPAZIJA (1865 – 1943)

The brightest poetess of her time, fighting for a serious art, for women’s right, for social progress.
Has opened the history of latvian modern writing.
With Aspazija, the soul enters writing.
Her poetry is very wide – from lyrical poems (collection “An armful of flowers”) to fiery, ardent calls for destroing the old world (collection “The red flowers”).

Aspazija SNOWY DAY (“Sniega diena”)
It is very nice and lovely day
All – big and small have to go out.
Light and bright snow is falling down.
Very well who has a sledge good.
They leave in snow their tracks
And go to up and down.
When wind is blowing pass and overheads.

Aspazija FAIRY TALE (“Pasaciņa”)
On a small and silver grey foal rides L
ittle Fairy-tale. People always think she
Looks like as a pretty little girt
She rides and rides and never stops.
Her foal has silver horseshoes and blue
Bridle made from flowers. She rides and
Rides and nowhere on the world she has not home.

Aspazija THAT IS ME (“Tāda es esmu” )
That is me – sometimes merry as a spring
Sometimes very sad.
Sometimes from my eyes runs spiteful fire
Sometimes lighting runs from my fingers.
That is me.
Among daily viewpoint I feel myself as rose among turnips.
I am a fire among dry switch.
That is me.

Aspazija PRINCESS (“Princese”)
I have listened so many fairy-tales.
But I do not believe them.
I want to find one so nice
That I can remember for a long time.
I want to invent one myself
Where all are nice and real true.
And the nicest would be
Where I am a princess in a golden chair.

RAINIS(1865 – 1929)

The poet gains recognition in 1903 after his collection ”Far – away moods in a blue evening” is edited.
Rainis’ personality and works are influenced by the folk-lore, the classic art traditions and the ideas of social justice.
Rainis is a disciple of the world’s great classics – Greeks, Romans, W.Shakespeare, especially J.W.Goethe.
Rainis expresses the peoples thoughts, feelings and desires at decisive historical points.
He has written lyrics, as well as revolutionary and philosophical poetry.
His poetry deals with personal progress, social development, eternity and existence, a dream of social justice.

MORNING (“Rīts”)
Morning rides on a white horse
Behind his hat is a half of the moon.
He has a golden sceptre in his hand
He creates colours up and down.
He rides to the side of the world
And stands in his white coat.
From his hands falls down pearls
And all fields and leaves full with them.

BIRD ON THE BRANCH („Putniņš”)
It is very fine to be a bird on the green branch
Wind swings me all days
Breeze sings at nights Flies me feed when fly me pass
Rain gives to drink directly in a mouth
I sing songs for kids in the morning
In twilingth for adults
I sing for myself when I am hungry
When comes winter I run away
I leave my songs for cricket
He will sing them about winter snow and sledge.

CLOUD („Mākonītis”)
One cloud has white skirts with golden covings
The second has the second to dance in the sky
Wind blows the pipe, the Thunderer plays the drums
Many clouds run to look at their dance
They crowd and push each other and
Owerturn big bowl with rain.

GOLDEN SIEVE („Zelta sietiņš”)
Laima (happiness mother) walks over fields
She sifts diamonds’ seeds throw the golden sieve
Who looks throw this golden sieve
That sees whole the world in diamonds.

Partners meeting in Klaipeda 2007

Lermontov, Mikhail Yuryevich (1814-1841)

Russian poet and novelist, whose eloquent works combine lyric romanticism with a passionate espousal of liberty. He was born in Moscow and educated at Moscow State University and a military school in Saint Petersburg. He became an officer of the guards, but his real interest was poetry. In 1837 he first gained recognition when he addressed to the czar an impassioned elegy called "On the Death of a Poet" as a protest against the death of the Russian poet Aleksandr Pushkin. In the poem Lermontov charged that the czar was suppressing freedom and art. As a result, Lermontov was exiled to the Caucasus. After his return in 1838, he published a collection of poems and wrote his famous autobiographical novel, A Hero of Our Time (1840; trans. 1886). Among his other well-known works are the narrative poems The Demon (1829-41; trans. 1930) and The Circassian Boy (1840; trans. 1875).

The sail

A lone white sail shows for an instant
Where gleams the sea, an azure streak.
What left it in its homeland distant?
In alien parts what does it seek?
The billows play, the mast bends, creaking,
The wind, impatient, moans and sighs...
It is not joy that it is seeking,
Nor is't from happiness it flies.
The blue waves dance, they dance and tremble,
The sun's bright rays caress the seas.
And yet for storm it begs, the rebel,
As if in storm lurked calm and peace!...

Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (1895-1925)

was born in Konstantinovo in the Ryazan region of Russian Empire to a peasant family. He spent most of his childhood in his grandparents' home. He began to write poetry at the age of nine. In 1912, he moved to Moscow where he supported himself working as a proofreater in a printing company. The following year he enrolled in Moscow State University as an external student and studied there for a year and a half. His early poetry was inspired by Russian folklore. In 1915, he moved to St.Petersburg, where he became acquainted with fellow-poets Aleksander Blok, Sergei Gorodetsky, Nikolai Klyuev and Andrey Bely. It was in St. Petersburg that he became well known in literature circles.Aleksandr Blok was especially helpful in promoting Yesenin's early career as a poet. Yesenin said that Bely gave him the meaning of form while Blok and Klyuev taught him lyricism.
In 1915, Yesenin published his first book of poems, Radunitsa, soon followed by Ritual for the Dead (1916). Through his collections of poignant poetry about love and the simple life, he became one of the most popular poets of the day.In his poetry Yesenin knew how to express passionate love in his earth, nature, to people, but sensation of anxiety, expectation and disappointment are found there. Not long before his death Yesenin created the tragic poem “Black person”.

Good morning

Golden stars dozed off
The surface of the backwater became to tremble
Light glimmers on the water of the creek
And the horizon reddens.
Sleepy birches smiled
They rumpled their plaits
Green catkins are rustling
Silver dew is flashing.
Nettle that is close to the wattle-fence
Arrayed itself by the bright mother-of-pearl
And, rocking, whispers playfully
“Good morning”

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (1803-1873)

Tyutchev was significant Russian poets, one of the most outstanding representatives of philosophical and political lyric poetry. Tyutchev was born on December 5, 1803 on an estate 200 miles southwest of Moscow.
Fedor Tyutchev was born into a noble family of moderate wealth. He received excellent education at home and at Moscow University. At 12 he translated Horace and at 16 began writing verses. In those times the children of noblemen were supposed to serve in the army or make a civil career. Tyutchev chose diplomacy. He served in the Foreign Ministry and often went abroad on diplomatic missions, successfully combining civil duties and literary activities. Somehow he almost never got into trouble. People said that he had been born under a lucky star.
When he returned to Russian and once again joined St. Petersburg society, he began a more serious literary career. Tyutchev didn’t want people to know him as a poet. He didn’t take any part in a literary life. His first collection of poems appeared in St. Petersburg in 1854. Shaken by his mistresses death in 1864, Tyutchev wrote little in the following years, and in 1872 a stroke left him paralyzed. Over the next year other strokes followed, and he died on June 27, 1873.

ЛИСТЬЯ

Пусть сосны и ели
Всю зиму торчат,
В снега и метели
Закутавшись, спят —
Их тощая зелень,
Как иглы ежа,
Хоть ввек не желтеет,
Но ввек не свежа.
Мы ж, легкое племя,
Цветем и блестим
И краткое время
На сучьях гостим.
Все красное лето
Мы были в красе —
Играли с лучами,
Купались в росе!..
Но птички отпели,
Цветы отцвели,
Лучи побледнели —
Зефиры ушли.
Так что же нам даром
Висеть и желтеть?
Не лучше ль за ними
И нам улететь!
О буйные ветры,
Скорее, скорей!
Скорей нас сорвите
С докучных ветвей,
Сорвите, умчите,
Мы ждать не хотим,
Летите, летите!
Мы с вами летим!..

Kostas Kubilinskas (1923-1962)

Kostas Kubilinskas is one of the popular children's poets.
He was born on June 1, 1923 in the village Rudoje of Vilkavishkio region.
He studied at teacher’s seminary, and from 1946 till 1948 he was a student of Vilnius University and Vilnius pedagogical institute.
In the times of fascist occupation he published some anti-bolshevik verses and several poems because of which was excluded from the section of young writers in Vilnius in 1946. In 1948 Kostas Kubilinskas voluntarily turned in the MGB and was recruited.
His first verses were published in the children's periodical in 1938. Because of his magnificently managing Kostas Kubilinskas could give elegant form to any of his work.
Considering children's psychology Kostas Kubilinskas gave cognitive content to his playful children's poems. All his songs, games, riddles are rich of folk motives.
Kostas Kubilinskas’s creation is rich in bright plots, and we can notice alternation of comic and dramatic situations, moreover all characters have their own individualized speech.
His verses were translated into the Polish, Belarusian, Russian, Moldavian, Ukrainian and other languages.
Kostas Kubilinskas died in 1962 in the village Maleevka of Moscow region. He was buried in Vilnius.



MUSHROOMS

A lot of mushrooms grew in the forest
Let’s go to the forest to pick them up.
Romas (a boy) found a boletus,
That was with a thick stem.
But who makes a lot of noise other there?
It’s Milda (a girl) found a lot of chanterelles.
But an angry orange-cap boletus came from under the moss
And said “Please, be more attentive and
pick up mushrooms carefully.
Please, don’t miss me.
A russula raised its head and asked not to pass it too,
It asked children to pick it up and put in the basket.
A cuckoo cuckoos Cuckoo
The sun sits down
All children hurry home
To cook tasty mushroom soup.
Kostas Kubilinskas

MY LITTLE DAUGHTER

My little daughter steps and asks a lot of questions
Why are whiskers necessary to tomcat?
Why does rooster need a spur?
Why does a hare have a short tail?
Why do worms creep only underground?
What does the word WAR mean?
Where does the sun spend the night?
Why is the grandfather always angry?
Why is the granny always sad?
Why do roses blossom in the world?
Where does a butterfly fly?
Why does a candle burn out?
Little daughter asks questions so quickly
That her dad and mom have no time to answer all her questions.

Violeta Palcinskaite

Poetess and the dramatist.

She was born on the 20th of November 1943 in Kaunas. From 1960 till 1964 she studied at the Vilnius University at the historic-philological department. She published her first collection of the verses at the age of 17 years. She devotes the greatest part of her poetry to the young readers and spectators.
Poetess has translated British folklore tales for children and poems of many well-known writers such as R.Dahl. L.Snickt, J..Wilson from the English language
She has obtained many various state awards.

In 1982 at the international festival of children's and youthful films in Italy the film, which was put under the script written by poetess, was rewarded with the gold medal.
In 1988 the surname of poetess was introduced into the honourable book of the International Council of the youth book (IBBY).

The creation of poetess is playful, with the elements of fairy tale, stylistically easy to read, smooth and bright sometimes transmitting thin grief and romantic mood.

Many verses are originally beautiful and express children's happiness, light and limitless searches for kindness.

Today the poetess does not write new verses, and all that is written earlier, finds a place in various magazines, books and in textbooks for a primary school


Violeta Palcinskaite
UNCLE SLEEP

Uncle Sleep arrives
When no one sleeps in the city.
Did you get tired? I am coming
And I will give out sleeps to all.

Some children will get colored sleeps, some colorless
I will give it to you as a pillow
Did you get tired? I am coming
I will get out stars.

When all got tired
Uncle sleep screws up his eyes
Did you get tired? I will give out
Many sweet sleeps.

Violeta Palcinskaite
THE CHILD’S CARRIAGE

The child's carriage was stuck in a corner
Dreaming to be a steam locomotive.
“If I had a steam engine
I Could go by rail”

Having heard this news with pure envy
Pig-coin box has fallen from the wardrobe
And scattered a handful of coins in the room
And old clock has become very angry.....

And a needle has got a heart attack
That it has thrust in an old cap.

Meeting in Gran Canaria

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Exhibition of educational centres from Greece, Latvia and Lithuania.

The exhibitions of the students' works from Greece, Latvia, Lithuania as well as "El Canario" Primary School took place on Monday 7th April 2008. On the following, you can watch a slide show of some the works of the Lithuanian, Greek and Latvian participants. Put the mouse pointer on the pictures to know the country they belong to.

Exhibition of student's works from El Canario Primary School

On the following, you can watch a slide show of students' works from El Canario Primary School, Santa Lucía de Tirajana, Gran Canaria, Las Palmas, The Autonomous Region of the Canary Islands, Spain. This slide show is made of students' works from Infant Education to sixth grade of Primary Education.

JOSEFINA DE LA TORRE

She was born in Las Palmas in 1907 in a family dedicated to Art. So that, she studied Music, Poetry and Dramatic interpretation.

In literature he was helped by his brother Claudio de la Torre,
who was a novelist and dramaturge in that epoch. He won a National of Literature Prize, especially like an actress in theatre sessions which were organized in her family’s house and directed by his brother.

In twenties, he travelled to Madrid and she met different writers of the capital of Spain. There, she had relations with Pedro Salinas, Lorca, Alberti and other intellectuals in Students Residence (Madrid). She received a large influence from writers belongs to 27 Generation.

In this important year (1927) she published his first book of poems, titled “Versos y Estampas” with a prologue written by Pedro Salinas, his teacher. Later, she wrote “Poemas en la isla”. During the large period governed by Franco, she only published a book of verses. However, she writes some novels of commercial style and she worked like a cinema and theatre actress.

After Spanish Civil War and when she lived in Madrid again. She worked with María Guerrero in his theatre company. Later, she formed her own comedian company. Finally, Josefina said goodbye with a Spanish TV film “Anillos de oro”. She died in Madrid in 2002.