Tuesday, 19 January 2016

LULLABIES: PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE

Miguel Hernández Gilabert (30 October 1910 – 28 March 1942) was a 20th-century Spanish language poet and playwright associated with the Generation of '27 movement and the Generation of '36 movement.

Shaped by both Golden Age writers and, like many Spanish poets of his era, by European vanguard movements, notably by surrealism, he joined a generation of socially conscious Spanish authors concerned with workers’ rights. Though Hernández employed novel images and concepts in his verses, he never abandoned classical, popular rhythms and rhymes.

During the Civil War, on the ninth of March in 1937, he married Josefina Manresa, whom he had met in 1933 in Orihuela. His wife inspired him to write most of his romantic work. Their first son, Manuel Ramon, was born on 19 December 1937 but died in infancy on 19 October 1938.

Perhaps Hernández's best known poem is "Nanas de cebolla" ("Onion Lullabies"), a reply in verse to a letter from his wife in which she informed him that she was surviving on bread and onions. In the poem, the poet envisions his son breastfeeding on his mother's onion blood (sangre de cebolla), and uses the child's laughter as a counterpoint to the mother's desperation. In this as in other poems, the poet turns his wife's body into a mythic symbol of desperation and hope, of regenerative power desperately needed in a broken Spain.


Today, The Holmes have worked Present Continuous and Articles 

They’ve talked about using of this continuous form to express future ideas and have created a Lullaby based on Anglo-Saxon model.

Finally, they’ve predicted a “real” future and have invented a short tale joining big and small cards.

By the way, they are still visiting Sicily. Today, they’ve climbed Mount Etna up. As everybody knows, The Grandma is a great fan of volcanoes and they’ve skied in the Etna’s Ski Station. Everyone is fine. There are no broken bones.

More information: Present Continuous

On the cradle of hunger
my baby boy laid.
With onion blood
he was breast-fed.
But it was was your blood,
frosted with sugar,
onion and hunger.
 Miguel Hernández

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