MULTIPLE INTELLIGENCES CLUB

POETRY RECITAL

English Category

“A Psalm of Life”
BY   HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

FINAL ROUND
December 14, 2021

CONTESTANTS Stage presence Poise and Intonation and Clarity of spoken Costume and Total
and presentation spontaneity of poetic words and props 100%
40% recitation expression diction 10%
30% 10% 10%
11 WEDGWOOD- CORDERIA, JOHN 37 26 7 7 7 84
HENRYK (83.5)

12- REMBRANDT- ROMMEL T. 36 25 6 7 6 80

SORIANO JR.(80.5)

12- MOZART- SHANE URTIZ 38 27 8 8 7 88

(87.5)

Ma’am Adeth Pecayo Sir Carlo Bernales

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Judge Judge
FINAL ROUND
 December 11, 2021

CONTESTANTS Stage presence Poise and Intonation and Clarity of spoken Costume and Total
and presentation spontaneity of poetic words and props 100%
40% recitation expression diction 10%
30% 10% 10%
11 WEDGWOOD- CORDERIA, JOHN 35 27 7 7 7 83
HENRYK

12- REMBRANDT- ROMMEL T. 34 26 7 7 7 81

SORIANO JR.

12- MOZART- SHANE URTIZ 38 28 7 7 7 87

Ma’am Adeth Pecayo Sir Carlo Bernales

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Judge Judge

“A Psalm of Life”
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

 And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
 Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Filipino Category

“Isang Dipang Langit”

By Amado V. Hernandez

Ako’y ipiniit ng linsil na puno

hangad palibhasang diwa ko’y piitin,
katawang marupok, aniya’y pagsuko,
damdami’y supil na’t mithiin ay supil.

Ikinulong ako sa kutang malupit:

bato, bakal, punlo, balasik ng bantay;
lubos na tiwalag sa buong daigdig
at inaring kahit buhay man ay patay.

Sa munting dungawan, tanging abot-malas

ay sandipang langit na puno ng luha,
maramot na birang ng pusong may sugat,
watawat ng aking pagkapariwara.

Sintalim ng kidlat ang mata ng tanod,

sa pintong may susi’t walang makalapit;
sigaw ng bilanggo sa katabing moog,
anaki’y atungal ng hayop sa yungib.
 Ang maghapo’y tila isang tanikala
na kala-kaladkad ng paang madugo
ang buong magdamag ay kulambong luksa
ng kabaong waring lungga ng bilanggo.

Kung minsa’y magdaan ang payak na yabag,

kawil ng kadena ang kumakalanding;
sa maputlang araw saglit ibibilad,
sanlibong aninong iniluwa ng dilim.

Kung minsan, ang gabi’y biglang magulantang

sa hudyat – may takas! – at asod ng punlo;
kung minsa’y tumangis ang lumang batingaw,
sa bitayang moog, may naghihingalo.

At ito ang tanging daigdig ko ngayon –

bilangguang mandi’y libingan ng buhay;
sampu, dalawampu, at lahat ng taon
ng buong buhay ko’y dito mapipigtal.

Nguni’t yaring diwa’y walang takot-hirap

at batis pa rin itong aking puso:
piita’y bahagi ng pakikilamas,
mapiit ay tanda ng di pagsuko.

Ang tao’t Bathala ay di natutulog

at di habang araw ang api ay api,
tanang paniniil ay may pagtutuos,
habang may Bastilya’y may bayang gaganti.
 At bukas, diyan din, aking matatanaw
sa sandipang langit na wala nang luha,
sisikat ang gintong araw ng tagumpay…
layang sasalubong ako sa paglaya!