LYRIC POETRY

Reported: Rolan S. Nopia

First Year Block 2
 LYRIC POETRY
Originally this refers to that kind of poetry
meant to be sung to the accompaniment of a
lyre, but now, this applies to any type of
poetry that expresses emotions, and feeling
of the poet. They are usually short, simple,
and easy to understand.
DIFFERENT TYPE OF
LYRIC POETRY
 1. FOLK SONGS
( A W I T I N G B A YA N )

These are short poems intended

to be sung, the common theme is
love, despair, grief, doubt, joy,
hope, and sorrow.
 EXAMPLE

chit-chirit-chit
CHITCHIRITCHIT alibangbang
Salaginto salagubang
Ang babae sa lansangan
Kung gumiriy parang tandang

Santo nino sa pandacan

Puto seko sa tindahan
Kung ayaw kang mag pautang
Uubusin ka nang langgam

Mama, mama namamangka

Pasakayin yaring bata
Pagdating sa maynila
Ipagpalit sa manika.
ale, ale, namamayong
Pasukubin yaring sanggol
Pagdating sa malabon
Ipagpalit sa bagoong
 2.SONNETS

This is a lyric poem of 14 lines dealing

with an emotion, a feeling, or an idea.
These are two types: the Italian and the
shakespearean.
 E XAM P L E O F S O N N E T I N TH E
PHILIPPINES

Satang Buds
by: Alfonso P. Santos
Let me but see in dreams the satang buds
That in my absence blossoms still beside
My window, Crimsoms buds, like crimsoms
pearls
Ever in faithfullness they bloom,
unchanged
Unfailing like the memories of home.
Now is the time, the season of their blooming
An hour less, an hour more, yet stays
Their crimsoms everyone, unchanged,
untouched,
Let me be but see in dreams the satang buds
That in my absence blooms in faith for one
Hearth lost in foreign lands, fated to share
No love, no fortune from the world, but
born
To suffer want and misery, decreed
To live unknown, in perspective and
need.
 3.ELERGY

This is a lyric poem which

expresses feelings of grief,
and melancholy, and
whose theme is death.
 EXAMPLE
THE LOVERS DEATH
BY: Ricaredo Demetillo
He who had lived the earth with a firm love
Is now, being infirm, laid in the earth
That covers him with green grass quitely.

Once when he walked the fields, he suddenly knelt

And with avid gesture clasped the earth.
His sun-lit fingers sifted dust.
Lovers would write their incoherent view
On passionate pages; but he, on pads of meadow,
Wrote with his plow a tongue- tied love.

Field understood, for when the harvest ripened

Fruits lay like brown breasts for his hands to pluck ,
And he with lightness, touched each pregnant stalk
His house was quite, like the man who closed.