關於優美的英文詩朗誦

　　英語詩歌是一個包含豐富社會生活內容、語言藝術和文化內涵的世界,是基礎英語教學的一塊很有潛力的教學資源。小編整理了關於優美的英文詩，歡迎閱讀!

　　關於優美的英文詩篇一

　　Oblivion Speaks

　　by Sarah Manguso

　　I am not here to ruin you.

　　I am already in you.

　　I am the work you don‘t do.

　　I am what you understand best and wordless.

　　I am with you in your chair and in your song.

　　I am what you avoid and what you stop avoiding.

　　I am what‘s left when there is nothing left.

　　Love me hard， pilgrim.

　　關於優美的英文詩篇二

　　O'Connor at Andalusia

　　by Floyd Skloot

　　It came with the steady pace of dusk，

　　slow shadings in the distance， a sense of light

　　growing soft at the center of her body.

　　It came like evening to the farm

　　bearing silence and a promise of rest.

　　There was nothing to say it was there

　　till she found herself unable to move

　　and stillness settled its net over the bed.

　　A crimson disc of pain suddenly flushed

　　from her hips like a last flaring of sun.

　　She believed the time had come

　　to welcome this perfect weakness

　　that had no memory of strength，

　　a mercy even as darkness hardened

　　inside her joints. It was not to be

　　missed. Nor was the mercy of sight：

　　she believed the time had come

　　to measure every moment and map

　　the place she soon must leave.

　　At least she had been given time，

　　though her wish would have been

　　an hour more for each leaf visible

　　from her window， a day for trees，

　　a week for birds and month to savor

　　the voice of each friend who called.

　　Though she never belonged in the heart

　　of this world， she gave this world her heart.

　　Within her stillness she remembered

　　the first signs： that brilliant butterfly

　　rash on her face， a blink that lasted

　　for hours， the delicate embrace of sleep

　　veering as in a dream toward the grip

　　of death， hunger vanishing like hope.

　　Her body no longer knew her body as itself

　　but this too was a mercy. To leave herself

　　behind and then return was instructive.

　　To wax and wane， to live beyond

　　the body and know what that was like，

　　a gift from God， a mixed blessing shrouded

　　in the common cloth of loss. Half her life

　　she practiced death and resurrection.

　　關於優美的英文詩篇三

　　Ode on the death of a favorite cat

　　by Thomas Gray

　　Twas on a lofty vase's side，

　　Where China's gayest art had dyed

　　The azure flowers that blow;

　　Demurest of the tabby kind，

　　The pensive Selima， reclined，

　　Gazed on the lake below.

　　Her conscious tail her joy declared;

　　The fair round face， the snowy beard，

　　The velvet of her paws，

　　Her coat， that with the tortoise vies，

　　Her ears of jet， and emerald eyes，

　　She saw; and purred applause.

　　Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide

　　Two angel forms were seen to glide，

　　The genii of the stream：

　　Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue

　　Through richest purple to the view

　　Betrayed a golden gleam.

　　The hapless nymph with wonder saw：

　　A whisker first and then a claw，

　　With many an ardent wish，

　　She stretched in vain to reach the prize.

　　What female heart can gold despise?

　　What cat's averse to fish?

　　Presumptuous maid! with looks intent

　　Again she stretched， again she bent，

　　Nor knew the gulf between.

　　***Malignant Fate sat by and smiled***

　　The slippery verge her feet beguiled，

　　She tumbled headlong in.

　　Eight times emerging from the flood

　　She mewed to every watery god，

　　Some speedy aid to send.

　　No dolphin came， no Nereid stirred;

　　Nor cruel Tom， nor Susan heard;

　　A favorite has no friend!

　　From hence， ye beauties， undeceived，

　　Know， one false step is ne'er retrieved，

　　And be with caution bold.

　　Not all that tempts your wandering eyes

　　And heedless hearts， is lawful prize;

　　Nor all that glisters， gold.