經典優美英文詩歌朗讀

　　英語詩歌是英語語言的精華。它以最凝練的文字傳遞時間與空間、物質與精神、理智與情感。小編整理了經典優美英文詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　經典優美英文詩歌篇一

　　Of Politics, & Art

　　by Norman Dubie

　　Here， on the farthest point of the peninsula

　　The winter storm

　　Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse.

　　Mrs. Whitimore， dying

　　Of tuberculosis， said it would be after dark

　　Before the snowplow and bus would reach us.

　　She read to us from Melville.

　　How in an almost calamitous moment

　　Of sea hunting

　　Some men in an open boat suddenly found themselves

　　At the still and protected center

　　Of a great herd of whales

　　Where all the females floated on their sides

　　While their young nursed there. The cold frightened whalers

　　Just stared into what they allowed

　　Was the ecstatic lapidary pond of a nursing cow's

　　One visible eyeball.

　　And they were at peace with themselves.

　　Today I listened to a woman say

　　That Melville might

　　Be taught in the next decade. Another woman asked， "And why not?"

　　The first responded， "Because there are

　　No women in his one novel."

　　And Mrs. Whitimore was now reading from the Psalms.

　　Coughing into her handkerchief. Snow above the windows.

　　There was a blue light on her face， breasts and arms.

　　Sometimes a whole civilization can be dying

　　Peacefully in one young woman， in a small heated room

　　With thirty children

　　Rapt， confident and listening to the pure

　　God rendering voice of a storm

　　經典優美英文詩歌篇二

　　Pledge

　　by Elizabeth Powell

　　Republic， your cool hands On my schoolgirl shoulders.

　　Not sure what allegiances meant Until the vows were held by heart，By memory， byrote， by benign betrothal.

　　Republic， you were mine， I knew Because of Mother's religious pamphlets：Lindsay for Mayor.

　　McGovern for President.

　　How to Register Voters.

　　I didn't ever want to go to school On Saturdays. The baby-sitter said If Nixon won， I'd have to go. Me，Your most cherished child bride.

　　I wanted a white communion dress Like the ones the Catholic girls wore.

　　Republic， you know I wanted to play Cards with Mother. Mother smoking Marlboros， watching Watergate all week.

　　Citizen Mother all consumed at that confessional.

　　I liked the name Betsy Ross.

　　I liked the idea of sewing flags.

　　I liked the tattered textbook about the colonies.

　　So tender， so tender. My Republic，I am pledged by my childish troth So strangely to you.

　　經典優美英文詩歌篇三

　　Of Seals, and Our Smiles

　　by Michael Benedikt

　　The last time they did any harm to anyone was probably thousands

　　of years ago;therefore we catch them and cut them up into coats，

　　Their frolicsomeness， too， sliced up by contemptuous human analysis;

　　Yes， through the binoculars of the human in the dinghy，

　　like a text beneath some mad scientist's magnifying-glass

　　The seals as they cavort， tend to scan like some pre-prepared，

　　allegedly amusing， and gloriously convenient gloss which only tells us

　　That the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt.

　　The last time they did any harm to anyone was probably thousands

　　of years ago;therefore we find them in the circus，

　　like purportedly hilarious characters， forced by us to be terribly funny

　　On multicolored stands， noses pressed up against old auto-horns，

　　Falling all over themselves， and performing national anthems such

　　as "God Bless America"; "God Save The King"; and， sometimes，

　　occasionally still， "The Internationale"

　　Half-Starved for a half-rotten fish， and the target

　　Of our ancient disrespect， secret loathing，

　　and finally outright public contempt

　　Since the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt.

　　Gaze， gaze again， oh Humans of Goodwill，

　　upon more of what even our children typically can see

　　Examine， for example， the sight of a seal coming out of its

　　little white hut in a crowded city zoo;

　　and then， as it raises its remaining nose to sniff the city air

　　Slipping on a banana-peel; and， oh yes， let's examine all the

　　uproarious reactions to that， as the creature falls

　　For as long as the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt

　　經典優美英文詩歌篇四

　　Po' Boy Blues

　　by Langston Hughes

　　When I was home de

　　Sunshine seemed like gold.

　　When I was home de

　　Sunshine seemed like gold.

　　Since I come up North de

　　Whole damn world's turned cold.

　　I was a good boy，

　　Never done no wrong.

　　Yes， I was a good boy，

　　Never done no wrong，

　　But this world is weary

　　An' de road is hard an' long.

　　I fell in love with

　　A gal I thought was kind.

　　Fell in love with

　　A gal I thought was kind.

　　She made me lose ma money

　　An' almost lose ma mind.

　　Weary， weary，

　　Weary early in de morn.

　　Weary， weary，

　　Early， early in de morn.

　　I's so weary I wish I'd never been born