Son muy numerosas las posibilidades de utilizar poemas en nuestra clase de lenguas extranjeras. Podemos por ejemplo hacer el siguiente ejercicio: 1) continua el poema:
Suministramos a los estudiantes un fragmento de un poema sencillo y les pedimos que agreguen unas líneas más. Si tomamos el siguiente fragmento de: “Si tu me olvidas” (If you forget me) de Pablo Neruda uno de mis favoritos:
"If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day...
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2) SEGUNDO EJEMPLO: podemos subrayar algunas palabras o expresiones para que los participantes las sustituyan por otras, incrementando así su creatividad y dominio del vocabulario y la sintaxis.
“in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine”.
HE AQUI EL POEMA COMPLETO EN INGLES, QUE LO DISFRUTEN:
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
Without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
Hasta una próxima ocasión, primero Dios, Baldemiro Antonio Ramos (Instituto Ramos)
http://institutoramos.tk
