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Verse "Confusion" read
The kittens meowed:
"We're tired of meowing!
We want, like piglets,
Grunt!"
And behind them are the ducklings:
"We don't want to quack anymore!
We want, like little frogs,
Croak!"
The pigs meowed:
Meow meow!
The cats grunted:
Oink oink oink!
The ducks croaked:
Kwa, kwa, kwa!
The chickens quacked:
Quack, quack, quack!
Little Sparrow galloped
And the cow mooed:
Mooo!
A bear came running
And let's roar:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
Just a little bunny
There was a good boy:
Didn't meow
And he didn’t grunt -
Lying under the cabbage
Babbled like a hare
And foolish animals
Persuaded:
"Who is told to tweet -
Don't purr!
Who is ordered to purr -
Don't tweet!
The crow should not be like a cow,
Don't let the little frogs fly under the cloud!"
But funny animals -
Piglets, bear cubs -
They're playing more pranks than ever,
They don't want to listen to the hare.
Fishes are walking across the field,
Toads fly across the sky
The mice caught the cat
They put me in a mousetrap.
And the chanterelles
We took matches
Let's go to the blue sea,
The blue sea was lit.
The sea is on fire,
A whale ran out of the sea:
"Hey firefighters, run!
Help, help!"
Long, long time crocodile
The blue sea was extinguished
Pies and pancakes,
And dried mushrooms.
Two little chickens came running,
Watered from a barrel.
Two ruffs swam
Watered from a ladle.
The little frogs came running,
They watered from the tub.
They stew, they stew, they don’t put out,
They fill it up - they don’t fill it up.
Then a butterfly flew in,
She waved her wings,
The sea began to go out -
And it went out.
The animals were happy!
They laughed and sang,
Ears flapped
They stamped their feet.
The geese have started again
Shout like a goose:
Ha-ha-ha!
The cats purred:
Mur-mur-mur!
The birds chirped:
Tick-tweet!
The horses neighed:
Eeyore!
The flies buzzed:
Wow!
The little frogs croak:
Kwa-kwa-kwa!
And the ducklings quack:
Quack-quack-quack!
The piglets grunt:
Oink oink oink!
Murochka is being lulled to sleep
My dear:
Baiushki bye!
Baiushki bye!
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
About Firefox, which turned out to be not a fox, but a red panda (but the boys didn’t know).
In principle, it is clear why the majority of Russian users subconsciously believed that the Firefox browser logo depicts a fiery fox. It’s all very simple - in childhood (I don’t know how it is now, but certainly to Soviet children) we all read poems by the wonderful poet Korney Chukovsky, which contains such lines
And the chanterelles
We took matches
Let's go to the blue sea,
The blue sea was lit.
These lines are firmly ingrained in our subconscious, and we understand that the fox and fire are very interconnected. And the panda is an “imported” animal that is not found in our area. Jokes aside, why don’t we re-read these lines again? By the way, it turns out that two cartoons were made based on these poems. One of them was included in the Merry Carousel series (the second cartoon).
And the second cartoon was filmed in Kyiv and voiced by the poet Korney Chukovsky himself
I think that if these poems were written by some young poet these days and published on some website, then in the comments they would definitely write: What did the author smoke? Poems sound very unusual these days. Imagine if an American reads poetry. He will go crazy from lines like this.
Well, let’s remember our childhood again and re-read the classics. And if you have children, then read poetry to them too. Go.
Confusion
The kittens meowed: “We’re tired of meowing! We want to Grunt like piglets!” And behind them the ducklings: “We don’t want to quack anymore! We want to Croak like little frogs!” The pigs meowed: Meow, meow! The cats grunted: Oink, oink, oink! The ducks croaked: Kwa, kwa, kwa! The chickens quacked: Quack, quack, quack! The little sparrow galloped up and mooed like a cow: Moo-oo! The bear came running and let's roar: Ku-ka-re-ku! Only the little bunny There was a good little bunny: He didn’t meow and didn’t grunt - He lay under the cabbage, babbled like a hare And persuaded the foolish little animals: “Whoever is ordered to tweet - Don’t purr! " But the cheerful animals - Piglets, bear cubs - are more naughty than ever, They don’t want to listen to the Hare. Fish are walking across the field, Toads are flying in the sky, Mice are catching a cat, They are putting him in a mousetrap. And the foxes took matches, went to the blue sea, lit the blue sea. The sea is burning with flames, A whale ran out of the sea: “Hey, firefighters, run! Help, help!” For a long, long time the crocodile stewed the blue sea with pies and pancakes and dried mushrooms. Two chickens came running and watered from a barrel. Two ruffs swam and watered from a ladle. The little frogs came running and watered from the tub. They stew, they stew, they won’t put it out, they pour it over, they won’t drown it. Then a butterfly flew in, waved its wings, the sea began to go out - and went out. The animals were happy! They laughed and sang, they flapped their ears, and stomped their feet. The geese began to shout again like a goose: Ha-ha-ha! The cats purred: Mur-mur-mur! The birds chirped: Chick-chirp! The horses neighed: Eeyore! The flies buzzed: Zh-zh! The little frogs croak: Kva-kva-kva! And the ducklings quack: Quack-quack-quack! The piglets grunt: Oink-oink-oink! Murochka is being lulled to sleep, my dear: Bayushki-bayu! Baiushki bye!The kittens meowed:
“We're tired of meowing!
We want, like piglets,
Grunt!"
And behind them are the ducklings:
“We don’t want to quack anymore!
We want, like little frogs,
Croak!"
The pigs meowed:
The cats grunted:
Oink oink oink!
The ducks croaked:
Kwa, kwa, kwa!
The chickens quacked:
Quack, quack, quack!
Little Sparrow galloped
And the cow mooed:
A bear came running
And let's roar:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
Just a little bunny
There was a good boy:
Didn't meow
And he didn’t grunt -
Lying under the cabbage
Babbled like a hare
And foolish animals
Persuaded:
“Who is told to tweet -
Don't purr!
Who is ordered to purr -
Don't tweet!
The crow should not be like a cow,
Don’t let the little frogs fly under the cloud!”
But funny animals -
Piglets, bear cubs -
They're playing more pranks than ever,
They don't want to listen to the hare.
Fishes are walking across the field,
Toads fly across the sky
The mice caught the cat
They put me in a mousetrap.
And the chanterelles
We took matches
Let's go to the blue sea,
The blue sea was lit.
The sea is on fire,
A whale ran out of the sea:
“Hey firefighters, run!
Help, help!
Long, long time crocodile
The blue sea was extinguished
Pies and pancakes,
And dried mushrooms.
Two little chickens came running,
Watered from a barrel.
Two ruffs swam
Watered from a ladle.
The little frogs came running,
They watered from the tub.
They stew, they stew, they don’t put out,
They fill it up - they don’t fill it up.
Then a butterfly flew in,
She waved her wings,
The sea began to go out -
And it went out.
The animals were happy!
They laughed and sang,
Ears flapped
They stamped their feet.
The geese have started again
Shout like a goose:
The cats purred:
Mur-mur-mur!
The birds chirped:
Tick-tweet!
The horses neighed:
The flies buzzed:
The little frogs croak:
Kwa-kwa-kwa!
And the ducklings quack:
Quack-quack-quack!
The piglets grunt:
Oink oink oink!
Murochka is being lulled to sleep
My dear:
Baiushki bye!