The Radio 3 Boards Forum from myforum365.com
11:14:01, 01-12-2008 *
Welcome, Guest. Please login or register.

Login with username, password and session length
News: Whilst we happily welcome all genuine applications to our forum, there may be times when we need to suspend registration temporarily, for example when suffering attacks of spam.
 If you want to join us but find that the temporary suspension has been activated, please try again later.
 
   Home   Help Search Login Register  

The Radio 3 Boards > Arts Other Than Music > Literature > Poetry Appreciation Thread.
Pages: 1 ... 53 54 [55] 56 57 ... 63
« previous next »
  Print  
Author Topic: Poetry Appreciation Thread.  (Read 19823 times)
time_is_now
*****
Gender: Male
Posts: 4653
« Reply #810 on: 11:30:23, 30-09-2008 »
Quote from: George Garnett on 09:47:23, 30-09-2008
Quote from: trained-pianist on 07:23:47, 30-09-2008
I just tried to skip my way through it. Only later I found out I was wrong. (The story of my life).

The story of most of our lives, t-p Smiley.
Oh. I thought that was just me. Undecided
Logged
The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #811 on: 11:53:44, 30-09-2008 »
I like skipping. Do you like to skip ropes? I still like to skip.
Logged
Morticia
Admin/Moderator Group
*****
Posts: 5788
« Reply #812 on: 12:00:46, 30-09-2008 »
Here's a skipping poem for you, tp.

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, turn around,
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, touch the ground
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, show your shoe
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, that will do!

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, go upstairs
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, say your prayers
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, turn out the lights
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, say good-night!

The skipper jumps the rope whilst singing this rhyme, he/she acts out the actions as the words come up in the rhyme.
Logged
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #813 on: 12:03:47, 30-09-2008 »
I love that one, Morticia.
Some times you can skip alone. Sometimes two other girls would move the rope and then you can skip.
I love to skip.
I found that on some site:

Red hot pepper
in the pot –
gotta get over
what the leader’s got.
10… 20… 30… 40 .....
 
 
Two little dickie birds sittin' on the wall
One named Peter, one named Paul
Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul
Don't you come back 'till your birthday's called
January...February...March…
Fly away, fly away, fly away all.
 
 
Raspberry, strawberry, apple jam tart.
Tell me the name of your sweet heart.
A… B… C…
Ice-cream soda, lemonade punch.
What is the name of your honeybunch?
A… B… C…

http://liz-scanlon.livejournal.com/9090.html
 
« Last Edit: 12:06:06, 30-09-2008 by trained-pianist » Logged
Turfan Fragment
*****
Posts: 1330


Formerly known as Chafing Dish
« Reply #814 on: 21:14:22, 30-09-2008 »
More Queneau:


Toto a un nez de chèvre et un pied de porc
Il porte des chaussettes
en bois d'allumette
et se peigne les cheveux
avec un coupe-papier qui a fait long feu
S'il habille les murs deviennent gris
S'il se lève le lit explose
S'il se lave l'eau s'ébroue
Il a toujours dans sa poche
un vide-poche

Pauvre type
Logged
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #815 on: 21:27:01, 30-09-2008 »
Pushkin "Zar Sultan"

Three fair maidens, late one night,
Sat and spun by candlelight.
"Were our tsar to marry me,"
Said the eldest of the three,
"I would cook and I would bake -
Oh, what royal feasts I'd make."
Said the second of the three:
"Were our tsar to marry me,
I would weave a cloth of gold
Fair and wondrous to behold."
But the youngest of the three
Murmured: "If he married me -
I would give our tsar an heir
Handsome, brave, beyond compare."



At these words their chamber door
Gently creaked-and lo, before
These three maidens' very eyes
Stood their tsar, to their surprise.
He had listened by their gate
Whither he'd been led by fate,
And the words that he heard last
Made his heart with love beat fast.
"Greetings, maiden fair," said he -
"My tsaritsa you shall be,
And, ere next September's done,
See that you bear me a son.
As for you, fair sisters two,
Leave your home without ado;
Leave your home and follow me
And my bride that is to be.
Royal weaver, YOU I'll make,
YOU as royal cook I'll take."

http://home.freeuk.net/russica4/books/salt/saltan.html

Breezes o'er the ocean play,
Speed a barque upon its way;
Sails all spread, it skims the seas,
Running swiftly 'fore the breeze.
Sailors, merchants, crowd the decks,
Marvel loud and crane their necks.
Wondrous changes meet their view
On an island which they knew!
There, a golden city grand
Newly built, and fortress stand.
Cannons with a mighty roar
Bid the merchants put to shore.
« Last Edit: 22:06:47, 30-09-2008 by trained-pianist » Logged
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #816 on: 05:54:20, 01-10-2008 »
I just woke up like in a dream with my childhood poet Agnia Barto little poems in my head. 

Teddy. Teddy

On the floor lies tiny Teddy
Half a paw is gone already.
He is tattered, torn, and lame.
Yet I love him just the same.

Bunny. Bunny

Once a little scatter-brain
Left poor Bunny in the rain.
What could little Bunny do?
He got wet just through and through.
Once a little scatter-brain
Left poor Bunny in the rain.
What could little Bunny do?
He got wet just through and through.


The Wooden Bull Calf. The Wooden Bull Calf.

The Bull-Calf walks with shaking knees.
The funny thing’s so small
The board is ending soon, he sees.
And he’s afraid to fall.

 

My Horse. My Horse.

How I love my little horse!
I will brush him very well, of course,
I will comb his tail and mane,
And go riding out again.

 

The Elephant. The Elephant.

Time for bed! The Calf’s asleep,
In his basket, snug and deep.
Teddy’s sleeping in his cot,
But the elephant is not.
He nods his head and looks askant
At the Lady Elephant.

 

The Lorry. The Lorry.

Now we all are very sorry:
We put Pussy in the lorry;
Pussy didn’t like the ride –
Lo! The lorry’s on its side.
 

 

The Ball  the ball

Little Tanya’s sadly sobbing,
On the waves her ball is bobbing.
Don’t cry your eyes out so:
Rubber balls don’t drown, you know.

 

 

The Aeroplane   the aeroplane

We will build a plane and soar
Over woodland, sea and shore,
Over woodland, sea and shore,
And fly back to Mum once more.

 

My Billy Goat my Billy goat

With my goat, so small and funny,
I go walking every day.
In our garden, green and sunny,
I and Billy love to play.
Should my little Billy stray,
I will find him straightaway.


Yesterday I tried to find something by another children's poet and translator Samuel Marshak, but I could not find any translation of his poems. Today I woke up with the name of Agnia Barto. This is strange.
I remember all little poems, but one about elephants I don't. I remember granmother is reading it to me and I remember saying many of them, but not about elephants.
I like how they sound in translation.
 

 
« Last Edit: 06:05:05, 01-10-2008 by trained-pianist » Logged
Turfan Fragment
*****
Posts: 1330


Formerly known as Chafing Dish
« Reply #817 on: 06:28:26, 01-10-2008 »
Thanks for that reminder, t-p! I have this book at home and am looking forward to reading it to my son. It doesn't matter that he can't understand the alphabet. The pictures are lovely enough.
Logged
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #818 on: 06:43:56, 01-10-2008 »
Are you going to read it to him in Russian language?
Here I found Russian rap type of singing.

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=IcIsX5o6XXs&feature=related
Logged
SusanDoris
****
Posts: 267
« Reply #819 on: 18:19:29, 05-10-2008 »
Quote from: trained-pianist on 11:53:44, 30-09-2008
I like skipping. Do you like to skip ropes? I still like to skip.

Oh, most definitely! I keep a good one in the kitchen and often, when I come home from my weekly long walk, I'll take the rope and see if I can still do 'bumps' (double-turns!). One day during the summer, I did four in a row but usually only manage one or two. I think the pull of gravity and loss of resistance to it probably have something to do with that.

I must try writing a couple of verses on the subject...
Logged
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #820 on: 19:04:10, 05-10-2008 »
Next time in town I will buy myself ropes. I see at first if I can skip with the rope.


« Last Edit: 19:30:26, 05-10-2008 by trained-pianist » Logged
SusanDoris
****
Posts: 267
« Reply #821 on: 13:26:46, 06-10-2008 »
I love the cartoon! When I was in Australia, the children had two extra long ropes which four children held at right angles and crossing over in the middle. They turned the ropes and the others  took it in turn to jump into the middle space to skip. They were very agile and clever at this.
Logged
trained-pianist
*****
Posts: 5455
« Reply #822 on: 14:08:04, 06-10-2008 »
I know what you mean, SusanDoris. I liked skipping with ropes crossed.

    

VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY
(1893-1930)

   

 
But could you?

I blurred at once the chart of trite routine
by splashing paint with one swift motion.
I showed upon a plate of brawny glutin
the slanting cheekbones of the ocean
Upon the scales of tinny fishes
new lips summoned, though yet mute.
But could you
play
right to the finish
a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?
   

1913

Listen!

Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.
And overwrought,
in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might be already late.
In tears,
he kisses God's sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won't be able to stand that starless ordeal.
Later,
He wanders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.
And to everyone else, he says:
'Now,
it's all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?'
Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building.
« Last Edit: 18:47:37, 06-10-2008 by trained-pianist » Logged
time_is_now
*****
Gender: Male
Posts: 4653
« Reply #823 on: 13:25:12, 07-10-2008 »
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing -
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked ‘No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief’.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

Gerard Manley Hopkins
Logged
The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
harmonyharmony
*****
Posts: 4080



WWW
« Reply #824 on: 21:44:42, 07-10-2008 »
Thank you time_is_now.
Logged
'is this all we can do?'
anonymous student of the University of Berkeley, California quoted in H. Draper, 'The new student revolt' (New York: Grove Press, 1965)
http://www.myspace.com/itensemble
Pages: 1 ... 53 54 [55] 56 57 ... 63
  Print  
« previous next »
 
Jump to: