Виховний позакласний захід з теми "Poetry is Thoghts that Breath, and Words That Burn"

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Виховний позакласний захід з теми:

 

“Poetry is Thoughts That Breathe, and Words That Burn”

 

 

 

 

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Шупило О.М.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Чернігів, 2019

 

Тема:    Поезія – це думки, що дихають і слова, що

            горять

 

 

Мета:

 

Практична: ознайомити учнів з поетичними творами на англійській мові, з особливостями поетичної майстерності, розширювати світогляд учнів ;

 

Розвиваюча: розвивати творчі здібності учнів, музичний смак, артистичні та дикторські здібності; вчити самостійно підбирати та опрацьовувати матеріал за заданою темою, розвивати мовні та мовленнєві здібності учнів: вміння виразно декламувати вірші;

 

Виховна: виховувати любов до поезії, музики, естетичний смак, інтерес до вивчення літератури, плекати любов до рідного краю, вчити бачити красу навколо себе

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you like poetry? Before you answer, consider the lyrics to your favorite song, the words written in a great book, a famous quote from a person you admire, the way you feel when you visit your secret place, or the smell of a festive meal. Are these things poetry? Yes!! Well, they can be! The first thing to remember about poetry is that it is all around you. Poetry helps us express our thoughts, feelings, and ideas as we relate to the world around us. As we read the poetry of other authors, we understand who they are, what they think, and what we might have in common. Poetry is the "Great Communicator!" It can "talk to our heads and our hearts.

Poetry by Eleanor Farjeon

What is Poetry? Who Knows?
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not the sky, but the light in the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot: and what it is who knows?

 

Video “What is poetry”

P1: Now you can enjoy the beauty of poetry in one of the modern songs

The song “Zombie”

P2: Poetry is just the evidence of life but do we always have time to notice that? Very often in hustle and bustle of the big city we don’t see the beautiful world of nature around us…

 

Participant 1:  LEISURE

What is this life, if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in the grass.

No time to see in broad daylight

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn and Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

      William H. Davies

 

P2: My native land! How beautiful you are! Your sweet meadows, green forests, tiny brooks and mighty seas!

 

Participant 2:  WATERS

Sprinkling

Wrinkling

Softly tinkling

Twinkling

Tiny brook,

Running

Funning

Hiding, sunning

Cunning baby brook,

Joins a grownup brook.

Dashing

Splashing

Sunlight flashing

Stony grownup brook

Joins the river

Broad smooth river

Deep as deep can be

Slower, slower, slower flowing,

Wider – wider – wider – growing,

Till it empties all its waters out into the great huge sea.

Rolling – rolling – tossing – rolling,

Splashing waves forever rolling in the great wide sea.

     Unknown

 

Participant 3:  SEA FEVER

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song, and the white sail’s shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clean call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray, and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying

I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.

To the gull’s way, and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a wetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep, and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

       (L. Masefield)

P2: Somebody adores golden autumn, somebody loves pure-white winter, somebody likes blossoming spring but nothing compares to bright warm summer.

 

Participant 4:  THE WOOD OF FLOWERS

I went to the wood of flowers,

    (No one was with me)

I was there alone for hours –

    I was happy as could be

In the wood of flowers.

    There was grass on the ground,

     There were buds on the tree,

    And the wind had a sound

     Of such gaiety,

    That I was as happy

     As happy could be,

    In the wood of flowers.

      James Stephens

Participant 5:  Night

   The sun descending in the west,

   The evening star does shine,

   The birds are silent in their nest,

   And I must seek for mine.

   The moon, like a flower,

   In Heaven’s high bower,

   With silent delight

   Sits and smiles on the night.

 

 

P1: We love summer not only for its hot weather and bright colours but also for its incomparable summer showers and warm light winds.

 

Participant 6:  THE WIND

   It makes the trees all bend one way –

   It bends my hat off in its play;

   It flies my kite up very high,

   It blows the clouds across the sky;

   It runs as quickly as the light

   In grasses – and it makes them bright;

   It touches water in the pool

   And ruffles it – it’s nice and cool –

   But what it really is, who knows?

   I only know it when it blows.

   I guess it’s some big child at play –

   Look! Now it’s blown my hat away!

       Susan Nichols Pulsifer

 

Participant 7:

 

SUMMER SHOWER

A drop fell on the apple-tree,

Another on the roof;

A half a dozen kissed the eaves,

And made the gables laugh.

   A few went out to help the brook,

   That went to help the sea.

   Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,

   What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads

The birds jocoser sung;

The sunshine threw his hat away,

The orchards spangles hung.

   The breezes brought dejected lutes,

   And bathed them in the glee;

   The East put out a single flag,

   And signed the fête away.

      Emily Dickinson

 

 

P1: Beautiful nature inspires beautiful feelings such as friendship, admiration, love…

 

Participant 8:  

JENNY WHITE AND JOHNNY BLACK

Jenny White and Johnny Black

Went out for a walk.

Jenny found wild strawberries,

And John a lump of chalk.

 Jenny White and Johnny Black

 Clambered up a hill.

 Jenny heard a willow-wren

 And John a workman’s drill.

Jenny White and Johnny Black

Wandered by the dyke.

Jenny smelt the meadow-sweet,

And John a motor-bike.

 Jenny White and Johnny Black

 Turned into a lane.

 Jenny saw the moon by day.

 And Johnny saw a train.

Jenny White and Johnny Black

Walked into a storm.

Each felt for the other’s hand

And found it nice and warm.

     Eleanor Farjeon

 

The song “Your eyes”

 

 

Participant 9:  THE RIDDLING KNIGHT

O, what is louder than a horn?

And what is sharper than a thorn?

What is heavier than the lead?

And what is better than the bread?

O, what is higher than the tree?

And what is deeper than the sea?

O, shame is louder than a horn,

And hunger is sharper than a thorn.

And sin is heavier than the lead,

And the blessing’s better than the bread.

O, Heaven is higher than the tree,

And love is deeper than the sea.

     Unknown

 

Participant 10:    *** 

I never saw a man who looked

    With such a wistful eye

Upon that little tent of blue

    Which prisoners call the sky;

And at every drifting cloud that went

    With sails of silver by.

I only know what hunted thought

    Quickened his step, and why

He looked upon the garish day

    With such a wistful eye;

The man had killed the thing he loved,

    And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

    By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

    Some with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,

    The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,

    And some when they are old;

Some strangle with the hands of Lust,

    Some with the hands of Gold:

The kindest use a knife, because

The dead so soon grow cold.

       O. Wild

The Song “SkyFall”

 

P2: Many poets glorified love feelings in their works but nobody can be compared with William Shakespeare, the world-known master of love lyrics.

Shakespeare’s sonnet

 

The Song “Hurt”

 

 

P2: We are living in the world of quick changes, technological progress and information era but we still love and write poetry. Why? The best answer is the part of the film “ the Dead Poets’ Society”

The part of the film

P1: nothing can push out of the man’s soul the feelings of beauty, kindness, warmth and love. They are eternal as the world itself and they make a human being a real personality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Participant 11:  IF

   If you can keep your head when all about you

      Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

      But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

      Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

      And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

• Setzt du deinen Gewinn auf eine Karte
• und bist nicht traurig, wenn du ihn verlierst
• und du beginnst noch einmal ganz von vorne
• und sagst kein Wort was du dabei riskierst
•  
• Wenn du dein Herz bezwingst und alle Sinne
• nur das zu tun was du von dir verlangst
• auch wenn du glaubst es gibt nicht mehr da drinnen
• außer dem Willen, der dir sagt: Du kannst!

Останься прост, беседуя с царями,

Останься честен, говоря с толпой;

Будь прям и тверд с врагами и с друзьями,

Пусть все, в свой час, считаются с тобой;

Наполни смыслом каждое мгновенье,

Часов и дней неумолимый бег,--

Тогда весь мир ты примешь, как владенье,

Тогда, мой сын, ты будешь Человек!

Тогда ты будешь счастлив, Человек!