World Poetry 7th Period

Title: The Village Saturday Night By: Giacomo Leopardi From: www.poemhunters.com The damsel from the field returns, The sun is sinking in the west; Her bundle on her head she sets, And in her hand she bears A bunch of roses and of violets. To-morrow is a holiday, And she, as usual, must them wear Upon her bodice, in her hair. The old crone sits among her mates, Upon the stairs, and spins; And, looking at the fading light, Of good old-fashioned times she prates, When she, too, dressed for holidays, And with light heart, and limb as light, Would dance at night With the companions of her merry days. The twilight shades around us close, The sky to deepest blue is turned; From hills and roofs the shadows fall, And the new moon her face of silver shows. And now the cheerful bell Proclaims the coming festival. By its familiar voice How every heart is cheered! The children all in troops, Around the little square Go, leaping here and there, And make a joyful soun

Happiness is achieved walking thus Happiness is achieved for you, walking Thus, on the edge of a knife blade To our eyes you are a wavering gleam, Afoot, tense ice that fractures; So who loves you most cannot touch you. If you come spirits invaded With sadness and brighten them, your morning Is sweet and troubled like the best on high. But nothing compensates for the cry of the child Whose ball is on flight among the houses Website this came from  http://poetsofmodernity.xyz/POMBR/Italian/Montale.htm#anchor_Toc326745983 https://www.goodfreephotos.com/albums/other-landscapes/women-sitting-on-grass-looking-at-landscape.jpg Eugenio Montale was born on October 12, 1896 at Genoa. He studied literature at the University of Genoa. In 1927 he moved to Florence to work for a publishing house He was the director of the Gabinetto Vieusseux from 1929 to 1938. The subject of Montales poetry is the human condition. Website this came from  http://biography.yourdictionar

Spring by Yun Dong-ju Spring runs within blood vessels like a stream, and on the bank near a stream forsythias, azaleas, and yellow cabbage flowers I, who have endured winter, sprout like grass Joyful robin, fly up from any furrow The blue sky glistens high above https://jaypsong.wordpress.com/category/yun-dong-ju/ https://www.pexels.com/search/purple%20flowers/ Biographical information: Yun Dong-ju was born in Myeongdongchon of north Gando in Manchuria.  He majored in liberal arts at Yeonhui technical school.  In 1938 he published "Shoot at the Moon" in the chosen Ilbo.  He was later arrested with his friend Song Mong-gyu for being a suspect in criminal activity.  In February of 1945 he mysteriously died in prison at the age of 27. http://www.korea.net/NewsFocus/History/view?articleId=133408 Analysis: Yun describes spring as if it is a living thing and life runs through its veins.  By overcoming winter, one is exposed to the beauty of life and cre

Hope – star in the skies. Expectation – rocket and star in the skies. Faith – sky full of stars. Certainty – sun shining. Maoilios Caimbeul/Myles Campbell is a poet,novelist and teacher working mainly Scottish Gaelic and living on Skye. The author was born in Staffin, and he served with the Merchant navy and then studied Celtic and history at the University of Edinburgh, graduating in 1976 http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/dochas Even though this poem is very short it shows how these four words "Hope, Expectation, Faith, and Certainty" all relate to the universe around us. Referring to hope as the stars in the sky, inferring that you are possibly filled with hope and have many dreams. Expectation being the rocket, as you shoot to reach your goals in life. And having faith, which is a sky full of stars, and certainty being the shining sun, resembling your knowledge on your goals and dreams.

Beautiful face That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun So do you Open your face to me as I turn the page. Enchanting smile Any man would be under your spell,  Oh, beauty of a magazine. How many poems have been written to you?  How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?  To your obsessive illusion To you manufacture fantasy. But today I won't make one more Cliché And write this poem to you. No, no more clichés.

Hugo von Hofmannsthal Facts On Hugo Born- February 1, 1874,  Landstraße, Vienna, Austria Movies-  Der Rosenkavalier ,  Everyman Plays-  Jedermann ,  Der Schwierige ,  Electra: A Tragedy in One Act ,  Die Lästigen ,  Venice Saved Parents- Father:   Hugo August Peter Hofmann Mother: Edler von Hofmannsthal Austrian prodigy novelist librettist narrator https://www.britannica.com/biography/Hugo-von-Hofmannsthal About The Poem Experience The valley of dusk was filled  With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon  Seeping through clouds. But it wasn't night. The silver-grey fragrance of the dark valley Caused my sleepy thoughts to blur, And silently I sank into the weaving, Transparent sea and left my life. What wonderful flowers there were, With dark chalices glowing! A maze of plants Through which a yellow-red light, as if from topazes, glowed in warm streams. All Was filled with a deep swelling Of melancholy music. And this I knew, Even though I could no

While Yet These Tears - Poem by Louise Labe While yet these tears have power to flow For hours for ever past away; While yet these swelling sighs allow My faltering voice to breathe a lay; While yet my hand can touch the chords, My tender lute, to wake thy tone; While yet my mind no thought affords, But one remembered dream alone, I ask not death, whate'er my state: But when my eyes can weep no more, My voice is lost, my hand untrue. And when my spirit's fire is o'er, Nor can express the love it knew, Come, Death, and cast thy shadows o'er my fate! 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 💔💔 The rained heart, as I call it, represents this poem in my opinion. The blue heart represents a cold hart that has gone through something and the rain around it represents the tear the person who carries the heart shed. Louise Labe was a celebrated and well-known poet during the French Renaissance Period. She was born in the early 152

SERENITY When I am singing to you, on earth all evil ends: as smooth as your forehead are the gulch and the bramble. When I am singing to you for me all cruel things end: as gentle as your eyelids, the lio n and the jackal.                http://lists.ncc.edu                  The image that complements my poem can be found at https://pixabay.com/photo-2096747/ . This image connects to my poem because it follows the peaceful tone the narrator feels when referring to "you" The image shows still waters which represent a sense of peace. The setting sun also shows the end of a long  day when  the world can be at peace.    Gabriela Mistral was born in Vincuna, Chile. She was the daughter of a poet.Gabriela began writing poetry as a  village school teacher shortly after romance with a railway employee who committed suicide. Gabriela taught  elementary school for several years until her poetry made her famous. She eventually became a published author. Gabriel

 For peace Let there be peace. Let there be peace. The sound of Fauré's Requiem provokes tears even in sunlight. Winter sunshine stretching across the frozen plains, together with all her children: ah, Mother of Mercies! Let there be peace. Let there be ever more peace. At the sound of the Requiem's music offered for the dead, the icy cold of the living is covered and warmed so that truly truly the living, those whose lives are done, and even those who have yet to live, are all united in one sisterhood of souls. Let there be peace. By: Kim Namjo (South Korea) http://anthony.sogang.ac.kr/Kimnamjo.htm   The image represents the ethnicity of the author and how their idea of peace involves a wider variety of people outside of Korea/Asia. pixabay.com In 1951, graduated from Seoul National University College of Education with a degree in Korean Language Education. Work inspiration is based on the tradition of Mo Yunsuk and Noh Cheomyeong She was Cath

What the evangelist should have said An American evangelist, preaching salvation, said it was like being on one side of a river, Jesus on the other, arms long as forever reaching to lift you over. But we only knew hope river, sally waters river  - only knew rambling brooks running through the cane as river, a thing you could jump over, or make a way across on stones. We had no imagination of Mississippi or Delaware, rivers so wide they held ships. A saviour with magic arms was pointless. What the evangelist should have said, was: is like when de river come down just like suh and you find yuself at de bottom, slow breathin unda de surface, speakin in bubbles, growin accustomed to fish and deep and dark and forever - salvation is de man with arms like a tractor who reach in fi pull you out of de river, press the flat of him hands against your belly and push the river out of you. poetryarchive.org IMAGE   commons.wikimedia.org BIOGRAPHICAL INFO. -The

http://www.march.afrc.af.mil/News/Article-Display /Article/167757/an-afghan-solution-to-an-afghan-problem/ The Poor BY  ROBERTO SOSA The poor are many and so— impossible to forget. No doubt, as day breaks, they see the buildings where they wish they could live with their children. They can steady the coffin of a constellation on their shoulders. They can wreck the air like furious birds, blocking out the sun. But not knowing these gifts, they enter and exit through mirrors of blood, walking and dying slowly. And so, one cannot forget them. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/55411/the-poor-56d237030735a Biography  Roberto Sosa spent his early life working menial jobs to support his family. He also published his first book in 1969 called , los pobres , and won the adonais prize in Spain. He edited the magazine presente and taught literature in Honduras. Un mundo para todos dvidido , published in 1791

Portrait Poem by  Cecilia Meireles I did not have this face of today So calm So sad So thin. Nor these eyes so empty Nor this bitter mouth. I did not have these strengthless  hands So still And cold And dead. I did not realize this change So simple So certain So easy. In what mirror did I lose my face? Image: The image is a guy looking at himself in the mirror with just a dull look. This shows the uneasiness of the guy and his appearances. https://static.pexels.com/photos/765217/pexels-photo-765217.jpeg Biographical Info: Cecilia Meireles was an important poet in the Brazilian Modernism. She is known for nationalistic vanguardism.  She preferred symbolism and traditional forms for her poetry. Her poetry remained intensely personal. She was a key figure in the spiritual and transcended magazine Festa  even though she never emphasized her religious or social stands. At the age of 3 was orphaned and then her grandmother raised her.  Analysis

A Mother in a Refugee Camp A Mother in Refugee Camp by Chinua Achebe No Madonna and Child could touch Her tenderness for a son She soon would have to forget. . . . The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea,Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there Had long ceased to care, but not this one: She held a ghost-smile between her teeth, And in her eyes the memory Of a mother’s pride. . . .She had bathed him And rubbed him down with bare palms.              She took from their bundle of possessions                The rust-colored hair left on his skull And then—humming in her eyes—began carefully to part it. In their former life this was perhaps A little daily act of no consequence Before his breakfast and school; now she did it Like putting flowers on a tiny grave.   The son is the symbol of the poem. When all aspects of life were                                           

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lady/         Juana Ines De La Cruz was born November 12, 1621 in San Miguel Nepantla, Tepetlixpa, Mexico. She was a nun. She defended women's rights in Mexico. She died in Mexico City, Mexico, on April 17, 1695 at the age of 75.