適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌
英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌是英語(yǔ)語(yǔ)言的瑰寶,是學(xué)習(xí)英語(yǔ)語(yǔ)言必要的媒介材料。它有助于培養(yǎng)英語(yǔ)學(xué)習(xí)興趣,提高學(xué)生的審美情趣,因而在切實(shí)可行的操作下,能夠推進(jìn)大學(xué)英語(yǔ)素質(zhì)教育。學(xué)習(xí)啦小編整理了適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌，歡迎閱讀!
適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌篇一
Down Unwin's Track
Alison Brackenbury
And the rain stopped. And the sky spun
past the hills' flush of winter corn.
The mare strode out as though still young.
You walked. I almost said, last year
I saw a hare run with her young
just past the broken wall, just here.
Two flew in circles. First, one rose
upon its great back legs. It boxed
at air. The second flinched, then rose.
England has blackbirds, mice. To find
these strong black shapes makes the heart race
as barley under icy wind.
Boxing is courtship, failed. One broke,
tore past us to the rough safe hedge.
She crossed the sun. Her colours woke,
ears black, back russet, earth new-laid.
Her legs stretched straight. The late showers made
bright water fly from every blade.
適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌篇二
First Words
Phillip B. Williams
A storm and so a gift.
Its swift approach
lifts gravel from the road.
A fence is flattened in
the course of the storm's
worse attempt at language --
thunder's umbrage. A tree
is torn apart,
blown upward through a bedroom
window. A boy winnows
through the pile
of shards for the sharpest parts
from the blown-apart
glass. He has
a bag that holds found edges
jagged as a stag's
horns or smooth as
a single pane smashed into
smaller panes that he sticks
his hand inside
to make blood web across
his acheless skin flexing
like fish gills
O-lipped for a scream
they cannot make.
He wants to feel
what his friends have felt,
the slant of fear on their faces
he could never
recreate, his body born
without pain. When his skin's
pouting welts
don't rake a whimper
from his mouth, he runs
outside, arms up
for the storm, aluminum
baseball bat held out
to the sky
until lightning, with an electric
tongue, makes his viscera
luminescent;
the boy's first word for pain
is the light's
new word for home.
適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌篇三
Painted Turtle
Gretchen Marquette
Summer road the ring around the lake, we drove mostly in silence.
Why aren't I your wife?
You swerved around a turtle sunning itself.
I wanted to go back. To hold the hot disc of it and place it in the grass.
We were late for dinner.
One twentieth of a mile an hour, I said. Claws in tar. You turned the car around.
Traffic from the direction of the turtle, and you saw before I did, the fifty bones of
the carapace,
crushed roman dome, the surprise of red blood.
I couldn't help crying, couldn't keep anything from harm.
I'm sorry, you said, and let it hurt.
The relief, always, of you in the seat beside me, you'll never know.
Driving that road next winter, you remembered that place in the road. Your turtle.
During hibernation, a turtle's heart beats once for every ten minutes.
It cannot voluntarily open its eyes.
適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌篇四
Fringe Tree
James Davis May
-- Or Old Man's Beard.
That the names we give recall the thing
is what we want. And yet, both names are boring
when compared to the way it shimmers there
like a firework that somehow doesn't fall,
or the way it will fall eventually
from itself, swirling its gauzy pollen
in the wind above the lawn
where the children next door run outside in late April,
swearing to their mother that it's snowing.
And even after they know they're wrong,
they squeal, insisting their mistake
is something to dance through, something
to repeat and repeat again -- not hoping
to make it right, just enjoying what it is
and what it looks like the more they say so.
適合朗誦的優(yōu)秀英文詩(shī)歌篇五
Flight
Christian Wiman
-- after Anna Akhmatova
In the end we love the line love cannot cross.
In the end we fall for what we fail.
Forget friendship. Ardor.
Forget the years that only grow harder
as the soul recedes in what the years bring,
grown alien to any touchable thing.
Touch me. As I am. As you can.
My heart a bird's heart just beyond your hand.
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