World Poetry Day. When is Poetry Day celebrated?

Few people have not tried to write poetry in their lives, so World Poetry Day can be considered a national holiday. Poetry is a truly brilliant invention of mankind, since rhymed lines are the easiest way to express the emotions that overwhelm the soul. In poems, poets dream of a wonderful future and remember the heroic past, dedicate lines to one specific person and address all of humanity.

Of course, not everyone is given the talent to write brilliant poetry, but even if primitive, but certainly sincere lines during a period of emotional upsurge, almost everyone composes. And this is wonderful, even if no one sees a simple poem except its author, even in this case, it will become a contribution to the spiritual prosperity of mankind.

History of appearance

The history of the holiday is interesting. It began to be celebrated unofficially back in the thirties of the last century in the USA. The initiator of organizing the Day, which unites poets and poetry lovers, was an American poetess named Tesa Webb.

For many years the holiday fell on October 15th. The date was chosen in honor of the birthday of Virgil, the famous philosopher and poet.

At the very end of the 20th century, on the initiative of UNESCO, it was decided to give the holiday official status. This was done to revive and inspire “new exploits” in the international poetry movement. The holiday was celebrated for the first time in official status 21 March 2000 and since then, this date has become a generally recognized international holiday dedicated to poetry.

On the role of poetry in the life of society

The word "poetry" is of Greek origin. It can be translated as “creation”, “creation”. Indeed, any poem is a work created using the emotions of the imagination and spiritual strength of the poet.

You can write poetry only in a special state of mind, when it is easy to see the sublime behind the everyday. It’s not for nothing that people often write their first rhymes during the period of falling in love.

Good poetry has a special energy. They force the listener or reader to experience those feelings and experience the emotions that the author puts into them. That is why good poetry always gives rise to a special feeling in the soul.

Of course, not every poet has great talent. Geniuses like Pushkin are not born often. But good poems outlive their creators for a long time, delighting more and more generations of readers with their extraordinary purity and poignancy.

Often brilliant poems are born during periods of great upheaval. Thus, during the Great Patriotic War, during the years of the most difficult trials that befell the peoples inhabiting Soviet Union, appeared a whole galaxy bright poets. Poems created during the war are distinguished by a variety of genres. This is bright journalism, and heartfelt lyrics, and caustic, evil satire.

But even in peacetime, poetry does not remain aloof from the life of society. Poems can become answers to the deepest questions arising in the souls of our contemporaries. Pictures and images created by poets can attract public attention to the most complex and pressing issues of our time.

Is it possible to imagine our life without poetry? Without poems that touch the deepest strings of the soul, without wonderful songs and even without naive but touching holiday greetings composed by a child for his mother? Isn't it true that such a life will be incredibly gray and boring? After all, it will not have that explosion of emotions and experiences that poetry gives us.

Traditions

On the day when Poetry Day is celebrated, a wide variety of events are held. Despite the fact that it was officially recognized only recently, certain celebration traditions have already developed.

On this evening, various literary readings and poetry evenings are held, and meetings of poets with admirers of their work are organized. Competitions are often held for aspiring poets, this allows them to identify young talents and give them the opportunity to develop their abilities.

On Poetry Day, various events are held in educational institutions: schools, philological faculties of universities, as well as in libraries and publishing houses

If we talk about events on an international scale, it is worth remembering the poetry festival, which is held annually in the small Macedonian town of Struga. This festival was first held in the early sixties, when only local poets took part in it.

The event was organized in honor of the famous enlighteners Miladinovs, who lived in the 19th century. Since the brothers were born in the town of Struga, poetry events in their honor are held in their homeland.

A year after its founding, writers from all over Yugoslavia took part in the festival, and at the same time a prize was established, which was awarded to the author best book poems published by a local publishing house.

Four years after its founding, the event became international. The scale of the award, which it was decided to call the “Golden Crown,” also changed. It began to be awarded for achievements in the field of poetry.

Over the years, famous people have also received the award. Soviet poets– Okudzhava, Voznesensky, Rozhdestvensky. Photos of these talented people will forever remain in the gallery of festival laureates.

Over the years of the existence of the poetic festival, the town of Struga has received several thousand poets as guests and participants in the festival, as well as translators involved in poetry and literary reviewers representing almost a hundred different countries peace.

IN Russian capital A literary biennale is held annually, bringing together poets from different countries. In addition, two literary prizes are awarded annually: “Moscow Account” for Muscovite poets and “Moscow Transit” for Russian poets.

Poetry Day is a great opportunity for young poets to express themselves. In addition, this day allows small publishers to come to the fore. After all, the works of modern poets are most often published by small publishing houses and literary associations.

MINISTRY OF EDUCATION AND SCIENCE OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION

Federal State Autonomous Educational

institution higher education

"CRIMEAN FEDERAL UNIVERSITY named after. IN AND. Vernadsky"

(Federal State Autonomous Educational Institution of Higher Education "KFU named after V.I. Vernadsky")

College of Water Reclamation and Mechanization Agriculture

(branch)

Federal State Autonomous Educational Institution of Higher Education "KFU"them. V.I. Vernadsky"

in the village of Sovetsky

METHODOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENT

extracurricular activity on the topic of: " Souls have beautiful impulses »

2016

Methodological development reviewed at a meeting of the cycle commission of study group curators

Protocol No.___ dated “___” ___________ 2016

Chairman of the commission_______________ V.A. Martynova

Developer:

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Kutsyuk E.A., 2015

farms (branch)

Federal State Autonomous Educational Institution of Higher Education "KFU named after. IN AND. Vernadsky", 2015

M event dedicated to IN World Poetry Day.

« Souls are beautiful new impulses"
Goals:

1) introducing students to the world of poetry;

2) formation of artistic taste;

3)development creativity, expressive reading skills

Equipment: Multimedia projector, laptop

Decor: statements about poetry,volumes of poetry, table, chairs (tablecloth), portraits of poets.

Progress of the event:

Leading 1 : Good afternoon, dear guests, poetry lovers. The wonderful month of March has arrived. And it’s not in vain that March was chosen to celebrate the wonderful, romantic holiday of Poetry Day. After all, March represents the beginning of spring, the rebirth and awakening of nature.
World Poetry Day was established by delegates to the 30th session of the UNESCO General Conference in 1999. The first World Poetry Day was held in Paris on March 21, 2000. Since then it has become a good tradition to celebrate this wonderful holiday.

Presenter 2. It seems to me that writing poetry is like being able to fly like a bird. This cannot be learned, but everyone can learn to understand poetry. Our meeting today is dedicated to poetry. The real hostess of our meeting will be poetry, and the main guests will be poetry.
Yesenin, Pushkin, Nekrasov, Tyutchev, Lermontov, Blok, Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva and many other poets still warm our hearts and give admiration regardless of where we live.
We invite you to a literary competition dedicated to World Poetry Day. The hostess of this evening will be poetry, and the long-awaited guests will be poetry.

Leading 1 : Before we start our event, we would like to introduce you to the jury who will evaluate your artistic reading and sums it up.

So, meet me

Martynova Valentina Anatolevna

Bugaeva Larisa Valerievna

Tonievich Lyudmila Vitalievna

Presenter 2.

Only a few poets develop their own, completely personal relationship with poetry. Such poets, of course, include the great Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. And the more you get to know him, the more you understand: he was not just involved in the world of poetry - the world of poetry was contained within him, and he was its ruler...
We invite you to listen to the poem performed Timofeeva Tatyana, student of group 15.
Reader 1
A.S. Pushkin “What’s in my name for you?”
What's in a name?
It will die like a sad noise

It's on the memorial sheet

Tombstone inscription pattern
In an unknown language.

What's in it? Long forgotten

It won't give your soul
Memories pure, tender.

But on a day of sadness, in silence,
Say it in sadness;
Say: there is a memory of me,

Leading 1 :
At all times, poetry has enjoyed great attention in society and occupied a special place. The people always appreciated her high and sacred mission. Every person needed poetry. They looked for consolation in her, the beauty of feelings and peace, they loved her...As a rule, poetry found nourishment in folklore and folk songs, so the poet was always in the midst of the people. Cases of transition of poetic creations into songs, poems, and folklore are not uncommon. A clear confirmation of this is the poet whose poem will be read now. Poem S.A. Yesenin "will introduce himKovalenko Maria, student of group 15.

Reader 2.
S.A. Yesenin " I do not regret, do not call, do not cry..."

Withered in gold,

I won't be young anymore.

A heart touched by a chill,

And the country of birch chintz

It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.

You stir up the flame of your lips.

Oh my lost freshness,

He rode on a pink horse.

Leading 2 : Have you ever wondered why a person starts writing poetry? Where does the amazing gift of making words sound differently, in a new way, from which other people take their breath away and their heart beats faster? How can you make a person feel the whole world in just two lines? PoemF.I. Tyutchev “She was sitting on the floor”, readsNessonov Artem, student of group 14. Reader 3.
She was sitting on the floor

And I sorted through a pile of letters,

And, like cooled ash,

She picked them up and threw them away.

I took familiar sheets

And I looked at them so wonderfully,

How souls look from above

The body thrown on them...

Oh, how much life there was here,

Irreversibly experienced!

Oh, how many sad moments

Love and joy killed!..

I stood silently on the sidelines

And I felt terribly sad,

As from the inherent sweet shadow.

Leading 1. Poetry. What definition can be given to this truly magical phenomenon? Poetry is a word that comes not so much from the mind as from the heart. Life itself breathes in poetry - everyone knows this.
This poetess cannot be confused with any other poet. You can recognize her poems unmistakably - by their special chant, unique rhythms, not by their general intonation. PoemMarina Tsvetaeva “To my poems written so early”, performedAleksentsev Danila, student of group 13.
Reader 4.

Like sparks from rockets

- Unread poems! -

Your turn will come.

Leading 2. One of the most favorite themes in poetry is love. How many lines have been written by poets about this sublime feeling, how much paper, papyrus, and ink have been translated by poets. The great bright feeling is sung by almost all poets of the world. Love inspired poets to great deeds; they dedicated their best creations to their loved ones.

Love... It has a huge, almost magical power over people, it makes them experience suffering, and joy, and doubt, and hope, and jealousy. It’s not without reason that they say that a lover is like a madman. Poem A. Akhmatova " Twenty first. Night. Monday.",read by Alexey Evdunov, student of group 13.

Reader 5. A. Akhmatova « Twenty first. Night. Monday."

The outlines of the capital in the darkness.

What love happens on earth.
And out of laziness or boredom
Everyone believed, and so they live:

And they sing love songs.
But to others the secret is revealed,
And silence will rest on them...
I came across this by accident

Let's listen to R. Rozhdestvensky's poem “It All Starts with Love” performed Filippova Tamila, student of group 12.

Reader 6. Poem by R. Rozhdestvensky “It all starts with love”

They say:
"At first
was
word..."
And I declare again:
It all begins
with love!..

It all starts with love:
and insight,
and work,
flower eyes,
child's eyes -
everything starts with love.

It all starts with love
With love!
I know that for sure.
All,
even hatred -
dear
and eternal
sister of love.

It all starts with love:
dream and fear,
wine and gunpowder.
Tragedy,
yearning
and feat -
everything starts with love...

Spring whispers to you:
"Live..."
And the whisper will make you sway.
And you will straighten up.
And you will begin.
It all starts with love!

Leading 1. It would seem that if two people love each other, then nothing else matters. However, in life, feelings are not always given a primary role. Resentments and ambitions, one’s own views on certain events and norms of behavior - all this poisons the existence of loved ones and is the cause of stupid quarrels and misunderstandings.

The following poem “Date” by B.L. Pasternak is about this, performed byNina Zasypalova, student of group 11.

Reader 7. “Date” Boris Pasternak
The snow will cover the roads,
The roof slopes will collapse.
I'll go stretch my legs:
You are standing outside the door.

Alone, in an autumn coat,
Without a hat, without galoshes,
Are you struggling with anxiety?
And you chew wet snow.

Trees and fences
They go into the distance, into the darkness.
Alone in the snow
You're standing on the corner.

Water flows from the scarf
Along the cuff of the sleeve,
And drops of dewdrops
Sparkles in your hair.

And a strand of blond hair
Illuminated: face,
Kerchief, and figure,
And this is a coat.

The snow on the eyelashes is wet,
There's sadness in your eyes,
And your whole appearance is harmonious
From one piece.

As if with iron
Dipped in antimony
You were led by cutting
According to my heart.

And it stuck in him forever
The humility of these features
And that's why it doesn't matter
That the world is hard-hearted.

And that’s why it doubles
All this night in the snow,
And draw boundaries
Between us I can't.

But who are we and where are we from?
When from all those years
There are rumors left
Are we not in the world? Leading 2. And nowPlatov Artem, student of group 13 , will perform a poem by I.A. Bunin "Loneliness".

Leading 1. Our competition dedicated to World Poetry Day has come to an end. We have touched only the smallest part literary works poets. And we sincerely hope that this day and our meeting will remain in memory for all of you as a good and happy day. We are confident that every year there will be more and more poetry fans.

Leading 2. Bye the jury fails results of the competition, we invite you to listen to the poem “The Ballad of a Smoky Car” by A. Kochetkov, performed byAleksentseva Anna, student of group 21.

Split under the saw.
The wound on the heart will not heal,
Will shed pure tears,
The wound on the heart will not heal -
It will spill with fiery resin.

Soul and blood are indivisible, -
As long as I'm alive, I'll be with you -

You will carry it with you everywhere
Native land, sweet home.

But if I have nothing to hide with
From incurable pity,
But if I have nothing to hide with
From the cold and darkness?
-
Don't forget me, darling,
After parting there will be a meeting,
We'll both come back - you and me.

But if I disappear into obscurity -

But if I disappear into obscurity

- I will pray for you,
So as not to forget the earthly path,
I will pray for you,
May you return unharmed.

-

Shaking in a smoky carriage,
He was half crying, half sleeping,

When the train is on a slippery slope
The wheels were torn off the rails.

Superhuman strength

Superhuman strength
She threw earthly things off the ground.
And didn't protect anyone
The promised meeting in the distance,
And didn't protect anyone
A hand calling in the distance.

- Don’t part with your loved ones!
- Don’t part with your loved ones!

When you leave for a moment!

Leading 1. To sum up the results, the jury gives the floor:.....

Winner's reward ceremony

Leading 2.

I really want to end our poetic hour with these words from Boris Kunyaev from the poem “Poetry”.

“They love poetry beautiful people,

Poetry makes the earth beautiful."

B. Kunyaev “Poetry”

I think you agree with me, poetry plays a very important role in our lives. And our meetings should be annual.

A. Akhmatova
Twenty first. Night. Monday.
The outlines of the capital in the darkness.
Composed by some slacker,
What love happens on earth.
And out of laziness or boredom
Everyone believed, and so they live:
Looking forward to dates, afraid of separation
And they sing love songs.
But to others the secret is revealed,
And silence will rest on them...
I came across this by accident
And since then everything seems to be sick.

Reader. Poem

R. Rozhdestvensky

"It all starts with love"

It all starts with love...
They say:
"At first
was
word..."
And I declare again:
It all begins
with love!..

It all starts with love:
and insight,
and work,
flower eyes,
child's eyes -
everything starts with love.

It all starts with love
With love!
I know that for sure.
All,
even hatred -
dear
and eternal
sister of love.

It all starts with love:
dream and fear,
wine and gunpowder.
Tragedy,
yearning
and feat -
everything starts with love...

Spring whispers to you:
"Live..."
And the whisper will make you sway.
And you will straighten up.
And you will begin.
It all starts with love!

A. S. Pushkin

What's in a name?
It will die like a sad noise
Waves splashing onto the distant shore,
Like the sound of the night in a deep forest.

It's on the memorial sheet
Will leave a dead trail like
Tombstone inscription pattern
In an unknown language.

What's in it? Long forgotten
In new and rebellious unrest,
It won't give your soul
Memories pure, tender.

But on a day of sadness, in silence,
Say it in sadness;
Say: there is a memory of me,
There is a heart in the world where I live...

S. A. Yesenin “Goodbye...”

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
My dear, you are in my chest.
Destined separation
Promises a meeting ahead.

Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word,
Don’t be sad and don’t have sad eyebrows, -
Dying is nothing new in this life,

M. Tsvetaeva

To my poems, written so early,
That I didn’t know that I was a poet,
Falling off like splashes from a fountain,
Like sparks from rockets

Bursting in like little devils
In the sanctuary, where sleep and incense are,
To my poems about youth and death,
- Unread poems! -

Scattered in the dust around the shops
(Where no one took them and no one takes them!),
My poems are like precious wines,
Your turn will come.

S.A. Yesenin " I do not regret, do not call, do not cry..."

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry ,

Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.

Withered in gold,

I won't be young anymore.

Now you won't fight so much,

A heart touched by a chill,

And the country of birch chintz

It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.

The wandering spirit! you are less and less often

You stir up the flame of your lips.

Oh my lost freshness,

A riot of eyes and a flood of feelings.

I have now become more stingy in my desires,

My life! or did I dream about you?

As if I were a booming early spring

He rode on a pink horse.

All of us, all of us in this world are perishable,

Copper quietly pours from the maple leaves...

May you be blessed forever,

What has come to flourish and die.

F.I. Tyutchev “She was sitting on the floor”
She was sitting on the floor

And I sorted through a pile of letters,

And, like cooled ash,

She picked them up and threw them away.

I took familiar sheets

And I looked at them so wonderfully,

How souls look from above

The body thrown on them...

Oh, how much life there was here,

Irreversibly experienced!

Oh, how many sad moments

Love and joy killed!..

I stood silently on the sidelines

And I was ready to fall on my knees, -

And I felt terribly sad,

As from the inherent sweet shadow.

Marina Tsvetaeva “To my poems written so early”

To my poems, written so early,
That I didn’t know that I was a poet,
Falling off like splashes from a fountain,
Like sparks from rockets

Bursting in like little devils
In the sanctuary, where sleep and incense are,
To my poems about youth and death,
- Unread poems! -

Scattered in the dust around the shops
(Where no one took them and no one takes them!),
My poems are like precious wines,
Your turn will come.

Poem by R. Rozhdestvensky “It all starts with love”

They say:
"At first
was
word..."
And I declare again:
It all begins
with love!..

It all starts with love:
and insight,
and work,
flower eyes,
child's eyes -
everything starts with love.

It all starts with love
With love!
I know that for sure.
All,
even hatred -
dear
and eternal
sister of love.

It all starts with love:
dream and fear,
wine and gunpowder.
Tragedy,
yearning
and feat -
everything starts with love...

Spring whispers to you:
"Live..."
And the whisper will make you sway.
And you will straighten up.
And you will begin.
It all starts with love!

"Date" Boris Pasternak
The snow will cover the roads,
The roof slopes will collapse.
I'll go stretch my legs:
You are standing outside the door.