The white rose – José Martí
I grow a white rose
in June like January
for the sincere friend
who gives me his frank hand.
And for the cruel one who tears me away
the heart with which I live,
thistle or nettle cultivation;
I grow the white rose.
A beautiful poem by the Cuban poet José Martí that tells us about friendship, generosity and lack of resentment.
The lizard is crying – Federico García Lorca
The lizard is crying.
The lizard is crying.
The lizard and the lizard
with white aprons.
They have lost unintentionally
his wedding ring.
Oh, your little lead ring,
Oh, his little lead ring!
A big sky without people
He rides the birds in his balloon.
The sun, round captain,
He wears a satin vest.
Look how old they are!
How old are the lizards!
Oh, how they cry and cry,
Oh! Oh! how they are crying!
Although this work by Lorca at first glance seems like a simple children’s poem, it also has a deeper meaning and addresses topics such as aging, lost love and sadness over loss.
The Bridge – Amado Nervo
How beautiful the bridge looks
of stone on the river!
Down, the current,
above, the farmhouse.
How beautiful the bridge looks
of stone on the river!
The Mexican poet and writer Amado Nervo wrote various poems for children like this one that reflects on nature, human construction and harmony.
A story – Manuel F. Juncos
Hidden in the heart,
from a small seed,
under the ground a plant,
In deep peace he slept.
-Wake up! -said the heat.
Wake up! -the cold rain.
The plant, which heard the call,
He wanted to see what was happening;
she put on a green dress
and stretched his body upwards.
Of every plant that is born,
This is the simple story.
A beautiful poem that tells the simple, but beautiful story of a seed that transforms into a plant. It can also be seen as a human development metaphorin which challenges (heat and rain) drive us to grow.
The Little Elf – John Kendrick Bangs
I once met a little elf,
down there, where the lilies grow.
I asked him why he was so small,
and why it didn’t grow.
He frowned slightly and with his eyes
He looked at me from head to toe.
«I’m so big for me,» he said,
«as you are great for you.»
A short poem that explores the themes of perspective, self-acceptance and individuality through a conversation with a little elf.
Rima LXVII: How beautiful it is to see the day – Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
How beautiful it is to see the day
crowned with fire rise
and his kiss of light
the waves shine and the air ignites!
How beautiful it is, after the rain
of the sad autumn in the blue afternoon,
of the wet flowers
the perfume inhale until you are satisfied!
How beautiful it is when in flakes
the silent white snow falls,
of the restless flames
see the reddish tongues waving!
How beautiful it is when there is sleep
sleep well… and snore like a sochanter…
And eat… and get fat… and what a disgrace
That this alone is not enough!
This poem by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer reflect on the beauty of nature and simple pleasuresalthough it also reminds us that human beings have deeper needs that go beyond simple pleasures.
To the green meadows – Lope de Vega
To the green meadows
the girl goes down;
the sources laugh,
the birds whistle.
To the green meadows
the girl goes down;
the fountains laugh,
the birds sing.
This short, musical poem by Lope de Vega, one of the most important poets of the Spanish Golden Age, which portrays a scene of joy and harmony in nature.
Happy Thoughts – Robert Louis Stevenson
The world is so full of things that
I’m sure we should all be happy as kings.
A short verse that invites appreciate the abundance of wonderful thingsinteresting and pleasant that there are in the world.
He was a child who dreamed – Antonio Machado
I was a child who dreamed
a cardboard horse.
The boy opened his eyes
and the little horse did not see.
With a little white horse
the boy dreamed again;
and he grabbed him by the mane…
Now you won’t escape!
He had barely taken it,
the boy woke up.
He had his fist clenched.
The little horse flew!
The boy remained very serious
thinking it’s not true
a dream horse.
And he never dreamed again.
A beautiful poem in which Antonio Machado tells us about the transition to maturity and reflects on the loss of innocencewaking up to reality, and the ephemeral nature of dreams.
From the tropics – Rubén Darío
How happy and fresh the morning!
The air grabs me through my nose:
dogs bark, a boy screams
and a fat and pretty girl,
Next to a stone, he grinds corn.
A young man brings along a path
his tools and his backpack:
another with caites and without a hat
look for a cow with her calf
to milk her next to the corral.
Sometimes smiling at the girl,
that goes from the stone to the stove,
a sabanero of good appearance,
almost squatting sharpens the ax
on a bank of the mollejón.
Through the hills the light is lost
under the clear and endless sky;
there the cattle bite the leaves,
and there are in the stems of the green grass,
gold and carmine beetles.
Sounding a crooked and loud horn,
a cowboy passes by, already in full light
The cows and a white bull come,
with gold spots
on the belly and on the head.
And the landlady, bat that bats,
it rejoices me with the illusion
of a big cup of chocolate,
what has to go down my throat
with toast and cottage cheese.
Dario celebrates in this poem life in the countryside and nature. Through various scenes associated with the morning routine in the countryside, it portrays a happy and vibrant atmosphere and pays tribute to the beauty of simple things.
The Mice – Lope de Vega
The mice gathered together
to get rid of the cat;
and after a long time
of disputes and opinions,
they said they would be right
to put a bell on it,
that the cat is walking with him,
they could get away better.
A barbican mouse came out,
long-tailed, blunt-snouted
and curling the thick back,
He told the Roman Senate,
after talking culture for a while:
Who of all must be
whoever dares to put
that bell on the cat?
Pegasus, pretty pegasus (poem by Antonio Machado)
Pegasus, pretty pegasi,
wooden horses
I knew as a child,
the joy of spinning
on a red steed,
on a night out.
In the dusty air
the candles sparkled,
and the blue night burned
all strewn with stars.
Childish joys
that cost a coin
copper, cute pegasus,
wooden horses!
Dreams (poem by Antonio Machado)
The most beautiful fairy has smiled
Seeing the light of a pale star,
that in soft, white and silent thread
He wraps himself around his blonde sister’s spindle.
And he smiles again because on his spinning wheel
the thread of the fields becomes tangled.
Behind the faint curtain of the bedroom
The garden is wrapped in golden light.
The crib, almost in shadow. The child sleeps.
Two industrious fairies accompany him,
spinning the subtle ones from dreams
flakes on ivory and silver spinning wheels.
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