Salin ni Patrocinio V. Villafuerte Ang mga tao noon ay naninirahan sa kabila ng ulap. Isang araw, ang kaisaisang anak na babae ng Datu ay nagkasakit. Hindi mapalagay ang Datu. “Tanod, may sakit ang anak ko. Humayo ka, papuntahin mo rito ang manggagamot. Ngayon din!” “Ngayon din po, Mahal na Datu!” Nang dumating ang matandang [...]
Noong sinaunang panahon, nakahiligan na ng mga katutubong Pilipino ang pagsasalaysay sa kung ano ang kanilang nakikita, nadarama at maging ang pinaniniwalaan. Dito ibinatay ang pinagmulan ng mga sinaunang panitikan na ating binabasa at pinagaaralan sa kasulukuyang panahon. Isa ang pabula sa mga itinuturing na pinakaunang uri ng panitikan na kinagigiliwan ng mga tao sa [...]
By Wilfredo Ma. Guererro Scene 1: Mrs. M: Visitors, always visitors, nothing but visitors all day long. I‟m beginning to feel like a society matron. Mrs. M: Tony! I thought you were on the province. Tony: Is that you aling Atang? Mrs. M: of course. It‟s I, foolish boy. Why? Tony: You don’ look like [...]
Lamberto E. Antonio Napagawi ako sa mababang paaralan Na dating karnabal ng kambing, baboy at kalabaw, At dating kubeta ng ilang kababaryo Pag bakasyon grande o Sabado’t Linggo. Di na ito ang ilang tiwangwang na kuwartong may tapal Na sawali’t atip na kugong butas-butas, na ang klaseng Nagdidiskas ng Pepe en Pilar at gudmaners Ay [...]
ni Maningning Miclat (1) Isinulat ko ang una kong tula “Isn’t It?” noong high school. Labing-isang taong gulang ako noon. Nakakatuwa iyon, ang saya ko. Nakasulat sa malayang taludturan, nakilala ko na mayroon pala akong indayog. Nang mabasa ng mga kaibigan ko, sinabi nila na walang katuturang tula daw iyon at tinawag ko nga na [...]
Damiana L. Eugenio, the mother of Philippine Folklore compiled and edited what may very well be considered as the most comprehensive collection of proverbs in our country. There is a limited number of works like this in existence. She spent a lifetime collecting pieces of folk literature that reveal our ancestors‟ wisdom. When she gathered [...]
One night the spiders came, but not as spiders do. Behind her, where she knew the window trees Stood stiff and tight as though a storm was set to blow, She thought she heard the rasping of a thousand knees, Minute and hairy. When she turned, she saw The creatures, swarming, wave on wave on [...]
(by Kerima Polotan-Tuvera) There’s a teenager in my house. Until a few years ago, he was my son. But when he turned thirteen, he also became this tall stranger with new pimples around his nose and an insolence in his manners. For nearly two years now, there’s been an undeclared war between him and me. [...]
