Bicolano and Ilocano Literature
Bicolano and Ilocano Literature
Bicolano and Ilocano Literature
and
ILOCANO
LITERATURE
21Century Literature from
the Philippines to the World
Cherry Anne Chavez
ILOCANO
LITERATURE
Ilocano Literature
Prior to the Spanish colonial
period, the Ilocano literature is
purely alive in form of written
and oral literature.
Ilocano Literature
Ilocano region is also one of the most
active tributaries in the Philippine
literature next to Cebuano, Bikol,
Hiligaynon, Pangasinense, and
Tagalog.
Ilocano Literature
The ancient Ilocano poets expressed
themselves in folk and war songs.
Another popular form of literature was
the dallot, which is an improvised,
versified and impromptu long poem
delivered in a sing-song manner.
Ilocano Literature
FRANCISCO SIONIL JOSÉ
Educational Attainment:
Graduated Bachelor of Science in Commerce,
Major in Accounting and management at St.
Mary's University, Bayombong, Nueva Vizcaya,
as a scholar of the National integration Study
Grant Program (NISGP) sponsored by the
Department of Education and National Student
Loan Center, Philippines
BICOLANO
LITERATURE
Bicolano
Around 5 million people
speak variations of Bikolano
dialect in the Bicol region.
Bicolano Literature
has its roots in oral literature
like poems and mythical
narratives that reflect the history
of the people.
Bicolano Literature
was dominated by religious
writing at that time of
Spanish occupation.
Bicolano Literature
Protest drama became a
form of expressing the
people’s growing resentment
of the Spanish rule.
Bicolano Literature
Sabas Armenta
Juan Alvarez Guerra
Juan Miraflor
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Based on the poem “Day on the Farm” by Luis G. Dato answer the following
questions
3. Why can’t the girl accept the gifts offered to her by the
speaker?
I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you
Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet,
I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you
Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet.
Your smiles have died and there is no replying
To all endearment and my gifts are vain;
Come with me, love, you are too old for crying,
The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.
A Cloud Named Looking-for-You
by Marne L. Kilates
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