POET'S CORNER

Hi everyone. Today we had suuuch an interesting class in 4th ESO. We read poetry, modern and classical poetry, and we rated the poems. It's a pity that most of you missed it. But we will upload them here. Now it is your turn. Read the poems, leave your explanation and rate them from 1 to 10. See you in class.
Julia.

You and I

I explain quietly. You
hear me shouting. You
try a new tack. I
feel old wounds reopen.

You see both sides. I
see your blinkers. I
am placatory. You
sense a new selfishness.

I am a dove. You
recognize the hawk. You
offer an olive branch. I
feel the thorns.

You bleed. I
see crocodile tears. I
withdraw. You
reel from the impact.

 By:Roger McGough

Presented by: María Medina

action man

give him scars and khaki to wear
remove his balls, he'll go anywhere
he doesn't speak, he doesn't dare
death sneaks, he isn't scared
minus balls, he doesn't care
jacks beware, action man. he can ack-ack Ackrington, bomb Berlin
reduce your car to a heap of tin
wage war, what's more - win
punctured skin means nothing to him
the human grenade minus pin
that's him, action man a chin with a thin Kirk Douglas cleft
squad by the bleeding left
don't shout he's deaf
head over heels in love with death
beware of the wrath of the man bereft
no marriage plans for action man

  BY: JOHN COOPER CLARKE
Presented by: Luis Miguel Díaz Pichardo

PAY-BACK TIME

O Lord, let me be a burden on my children
For long they've been a burden upon me.
May they fetch and carry, clean and scrub
And do so cheerfully.

Let them take it in turns at putting me up
Nice sunny rooms at the top of the stairs
With a walk-in bath and lift installed
At great expense.....Theirs.

Insurance against the body-blows of time
Isn't that what having children's all about?
To bring them up knowing that they owe you
And can't contract out?

What is money for but to spend on their schooling?
Designer clothes, mindless hobbies, usual stuff.
Then as soon as they're earning, off they go
Well, enough's enough.

It's been a blessing watching them develop
The parental pride we felt as each one grew.
But Lord, let me be a burden on my children
And on my children's children too.

BY: Roger McGough
Presented by: Sergio Camarena and Damián Ponce

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)

  by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
     As any she belied with false compare.

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)

  by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
     As any she belied with false compare.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15557#sthash.MnQrixBj.dpuf