Aj vy v týchto dňoch zápasíte s jesenným splínom a pochmúrnou náladou? Skvelým receptom na spestrenie dlhých novembrových večerov môže byť napríklad výlet za kultúrou s priateľmi, návšteva divadla, výstavy či koncertu. Alebo len tak doma v teple siahnime po pútavom románe či knihe poézie.

     My na hodinách angličtiny v kvarte sme zmenili legendárny „modrý“ pondelok na „poetický“. Prečítali sme si a potom aj interpretovali niekoľko básní vynikajúcich anglických autorov. Samozrejme, v origináli. Slávna jarná báseň Narcisy od romantického básnika Williama Wordswortha nás inšpirovala k vlastnej zaujímavej tvorbe poézie na tému jeseň. Veď posúďte sami.

 

Autumn

 

Autumn, that is just not cool,

why do you have to start the school?

Leaves are falling

and we are rolling

to the routine of doom.

 

After autumn winter comes

full of snow and freezing,

little bit of breezing

and no sound of lambs.

 

So let us enjoy your time of fear

or as people call it – Halloween,

after that see you next year.

 

                                    Šimon Choma (kvarta)

 

Autumn

 

fall, leaves, fall away

long night and short day

every leaf speaks to me

from the autumn tree.

 

sing a song of seasons

something bright in all

flowers in the summer,

fires in the fall.

 

To be close to the trees

as they whisper together

let fall their leaves

and we die for the winter.

 

                                    Lea Michalidesová (kvarta)

 

A Word Became a Human

 

A word became a human

once it was born.

From ash, from love and painfully as a sword.

It has taken from its mother

who shall be forgotten.

The word was your name and you were the human.

 

As you take out the sword from human flesh,

it continues to bleed and the pain never ends.

Each of us carries one, unknown of all those,

which others bear.

The pain will continue, until you hit your own

grave.

 

                                    Lilian Zemčáková (kvarta)