Lyric Poetry

Lyric poetry is a poetic style that expresses feelings through words, whether
written or oral. It basically expresses deep feelings or great reflections as a sign of
subjectivity. The lyrical poet presents his perception of reality, leaving aside
objectivity.
This type of poetry is generally associated with love themes, however it is not
limited to the expression of these themes, but includes any kind of emotional
manifestation.

The term lyrical has its origins in ancient Greece, where poets expressed
themselves through songs accompanied by string instruments known as "lyres." All
ceremonies, parties and events always had the presence of lyrical poets.

Lyric poetry is characterized by: the expression of feelings, the poet transmits
a certain state[Link] of mind through it. Poetry
does not tell a story per se; it does not involve an action, but rather the expression
of a particular emotion.

The most common form of lyric poetry is verse, although there are authors who
developed poetic prose. The most commonly used lyrical genre is the “ode”,
with its various forms: the cantata, the hymn, the chants, the opera, the song, the
sonnet, the eclogue, the elegy, the madrigal and the epigram.

Another of its characteristics is its brevity, since generally these poems do not
exceed one hundred verses.

Among its greatest exponents are: Federico García Lorca, Rubén Darío, Antonio
Gala, among others.

Here is an example of lyrical poetry:

How the hours go by,

and after them the days,
and the flowery years of
our fragile life!
Old age then comes from
enemy love,
and among funereal
shadows death[Link] approaches,
which is squalid and trembling,
ugly, shapeless, yellow, terrifies
us, and
extinguishes our fires and joys […]”
Meléndez Valdés, Juan
Myth of Lycaon the first werewolf
Lycaon, the first known werewolf, according to Greek mythology, was the king
of Arcadia and in a fit of superiority he confronted the god Zeus, becoming what is
known as a werewolf.
It is said that to this day, and more so in Eastern Europe, the werewolf sect is
still alive and well and continues to do its thing, kidnapping innocent people and
offering them to their gods, and based on these myths I will tell you a story that has
reached us of a person who was able to escape from the clutches of these
werewolves.
Agustin Melgar, who had always been a fan of all the myths and legends
concerning werewolves, and who was originally from one of the countries where
rumors of werewolves had been heard, decided to leave for Bulgaria.

Arriving like any foreigner, the language was an impediment, but he managed to
get by with the little English he had, and by doing so, he managed to find a person
who spoke his language, who happened to be from his country, Argentina, and
who managed to have excellent communication.

She began to teach him all the customs and tourist places, but when he began to
question the veracity of werewolves, he changed radically, to the point of asking
her to get another guide.
He did not accept and promised her that he would not continue searching, and she
continued with him. After a few days, in the bedroom of his hostel, he woke up in
the forest tied hand and foot, naked and alone. In the distance he saw a person
coming, and it was the guide, his compatriot, but she did not manage to save him,
she managed to sacrifice him, since she belonged to that sect.
He managed to free himself as best he could and reached the road to ask for help.
When he got to his room at the hostel, he saw that everyone was staring at him.
Now everyone was suspected of being part of the sect, which was enough for him
to pick up his things and return to his native Argentina.

Fable
The Donkey and the Piper
This little fable, whether it turns out well or badly,
It happened to me now by chance.
Near some meadows in my place,
a donkey happened to be passing by.
A flute in them he found, that a lad
was accidentally left forgotten.
The said animal came closer to smell it,
and gave a snort by chance.
The air had to sneak into the flute,
and the flute sounded by chance.
"Oh!" said the donkey, "how well I can play!"
And they will say that donkey music is bad!
Without rules of art, there are donkeys
who once got it right by chance.

Moral: without rules or techniques of art, whoever succeeds in something,

succeeds by chance

Example of Epic
FRAGMENT OF THE ILIAD
"...With these words he departed, leaving Achilles with his heart irritated because
of the woman with the beautiful waist who had been violently and against his will
taken from him.
Meanwhile, Ulysses arrived at Crisa with the victims for the sacred hecatomb.

When they reached the deep harbour, they lowered the sails, stowing them in the
black ship; they quickly lowered the mast to the centreline by means of ropes, and
rowed the ship into anchorage. They cast anchor and tied the ropes, jumped
ashore, disembarked the victims of the catastrophe for Apollo, who strikes from
afar, and Chryseis left the deep-sea ship. The clever Ulysses took the maiden to
the altar and, placing her in the hands of her father, said:

Oh Crises! Send me to Agamemnon, king of men, to bring you your daughter and
offer a sacred hecatomb to Phoebus on behalf of the Danaans, so that we may
appease this god who has caused such deplorable evils to the Argives.

Having thus spoken, he placed his beloved daughter in his hands, whom he
received with joy. Then they ordered the sacred hecatomb around the well-
constructed altar, washed their hands and took the mola. And Chryses prayed with
a loud voice and with raised hands:

Hear me, you who carry a silver bow, you protect Chrysa and divine Cilla, you
reign mightily in Tenedos! You heard me when I prayed to you, and to honour me
you oppressed the Achaean army severely; so now fulfil this vow: Remove the
abominable pestilence from the Danaans!

Thus he prayed, and Phoebus Apollo heard him. After the prayer was made and
the mola was spread, they took the victims by the head, pulled them back, and cut
their throats and skinned them. Then they cut off the thighs, and after smearing
them with fat on both sides and covering them with pieces of meat, the old man
placed them on the burning wood and sprinkled them with red wine. Near him,
some young men held five-pointed spits in their hands.

I TELL YOU THE ADVENTURE OF A STAR

Have you ever looked up at the sky and seen stars? Have you noticed that it
seems like they are talking to each other?
- Yeah!... It's because they are friends.
I'm going to tell you the story of Adhará, she came from a very close constellation.
Do you know what a constellation is?
Constellations are families of stars.
Adhara was a star who loved to compete. She was used to winning and when she
didn't, she got angry. One day he had the idea of racing everyone he met, and so
he began to run, competing with all his friends, neighbors and strangers.
Suddenly he saw something moving at great speed, he approached and introduced
himself:
- Hello, I'm Adhará, what is your name?
- Hi, I'm Halley and I'm a veeeery fast comet.
- Mmmmmm, I like running too and so far no one has been able to beat me -
answered Adhará - Do you want to see who reaches the next constellation first?
- Clear! – said Halley – very cheerfully.
They counted to three, running away like crazy. Halley arrived first and that made
her angry, so she decided to challenge him again, losing again. And angry, she
continued with the competition without realizing that she had already gone too far
from home.
When Halley was no longer seen, Adhará no longer knew how to return.
Desperate, she looked around and saw many mountains. As he approached, he
greeted her and hesitantly said:
- Hello, I am Adhará, can you help me?
- Oh! What are you doing in these places, little one? – said the old man, putting on
his glasses.
- Ummmm, it's just that I was coming with my friend comet and I lost him behind,
and now I don't know how to get back.
- Cough cough cough – the old man coughed – Don't worry, I'll help you. Let me
introduce myself, my name is Orion, and I know that only the oldest people live
here; hundreds of years ago they made this home for us to see how beautiful the
universe is…
- Excuse me – interrupted Adhará – but I need to get back, I'm in a bit of a hurry.
- Time, always time – Orion sighed – sometimes it is essential to just sit and
observe calmly, in silence and without pressure – he removed his glasses and fell
asleep.
- Hey, hey, don't fall asleep, please help me – I need to go home – Adhará
insisted, but it was in vain.
After a while, after asking a lot and not finding anyone who wanted to help her,
Adhará thought she recognized the path and with a slow and unhurried step she
headed there.
Suddenly something flew very close to her, it seemed to be on fire, it had
enormous wings but they didn't have feathers, but fire, it was beautiful and skilled
at flying.
- What are you doing so far from the stars? It's getting late - the bird asked Adhará.

– I don’t know how to get home. I tried to catch up with Halley because I was
competing and then… I got lost. - Adhará answered with teary eyes.
- I've asked and asked, but everyone is in a hurry. Only an old man named Orion
spoke to me. He advised me to stop running so I could pay more attention. I tried,
but I couldn't find my way back – Adhará began to cry. You know, said the bird -
with a smile - a while ago, talking to Orion helped me too. There was a time when,
just like you, I wanted to be the fastest, biggest and strongest of all, so, being
adventurous but careless, I fell into a volcano, the flames ruined my plumage and I
couldn't fly. With patience, Orion encouraged me to climb out of the volcano,
listening to his advice I succeeded and my wings grew back with fiery plumage.

- Wow! That's awesome, what's your name?

- I am Phoenix, the Phoenix bird. Come, follow me and listen. From that day on, I
understood that listening to adults is important and that wanting to compete all the
time is not so good, and that paying attention when asking for help makes you
grow and be reborn in a better way. Humility and nobility are the best companions.
Look, there are several stars there! Is this your family?

- Yes, that's my constellation. Thank you Phoenix, thank you very much for
everything…

FRAGMENT OF A NOVEL
Selene had broken down. It was not usual to see an Angel fall apart. His strict
sense of duty, even in revenge, rose like towers crowded with archers and
veterans. She doesn't. His honor was royal.
It pained him to watch his prey like that. With what sense of honor could she kill
him if her enemy couldn't even turn his head to look at her... she couldn't do it. Not
yet.
Ila sensed Selene's resolve as she curled up on the floor in the corner under the
window, destroying her perfect makeup with tears from the lost battle.
Selene looked at him, filling every corner of her heart, exploring every inch of her
soul, weighing each of the 21 grams that her conscience weighed.
Black makeup clouded her eyes like an ominous oil storm. Under the pain and the
collapse that his personal battle presented at that moment, the figure of a crow
stood out from that of the Angel who was, with his impassive, regal look, defiant of
the situation. He would complete his mission one way or another.