Klass IV1 tillsammans med läraren Svetlana på Uzica gymnasiet i Serbien har läst William Butler Yeats dikt The Lake Isle of Innisfree. Efter att ha läst och analyserat dikten diskuterade de skillnaderna mellan att bo i en stad och på landsbygden och dess fördelar och nackdelar.

Sedan experimenterade de med några poetiska former där de använde idéerna från diskussionen. Det var huvudsakligen mörkläggade dikter, haiku och ramdikter. Bortsett från att behöva skriva dikter både i skolan och hemma, ombads de att använda några digitala verktyg för att representera Yeats ‘dikt. De skapade affischer med canva.com och postermywall.com och gjorde en filmdikt via Youtube.

Dikt 1

peace comes dropping slow
from the veils of the morning
in a bee-loud glade

lake water lapping
with low sounds by the shore, I
hear it in the heart

the cricket sings in
a bee-loud glade in the purple
glow of the evening

Dikt 2

I like the village because the thought about it brings me peace
I like the village because of its enchanting summer breeze
I like the village because my grandma makes a delicious pie
But I hate the village because insects often drop by

I like the countryside because that is the best place to hide
I like the countryside because everything I like is easy to find
I like the countryside because there my grandma became a bride
But I hate that place because I must pick grapes

Dikt 3

What I love about the city
Is the glimmering light coming out of the windows of the buildings
What I hate about the buildings
Is that they took the place of a lot of trees
What I love about the trees
Is that I get to have picnics underneath them on a nice day
What I hate about the day 
Is that it never lasts long enough on this planet
What I love about this planet
Is that it gives us air to breathe, at least until it’s ruined by people
What I hate about people
Is that they’re sometimes rude on the train
What I love about the train
Is that it takes me to my favourite place.

Jezero Inisfri (Serbian translation)

Sad ustaću i poći i doći na Inisfri
Napraviti kolibu od gline i pruća
U mojoj bašti biće pčele, cveće i mir,
Livada zlatna biće moja kuća.

I čekaće me spokoj što dolazi polako
Silazeći s jutra u kom cvrčak peva.
Tu podne gde sija, a ponoć blago seva
Prohladno veče želeo bi svako.

Sad ustaću i poći, jer celu noć i dan
Čujem tihu vodu kod obale bele.
Dok stojim uz pločnik, niz puteve cele
Ona mi se stalno zavlači u san.

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