關於經典英文詩詞欣賞

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　　關於經典英文詩詞篇1

　　The Pumpkin

　　by John Greenleaf Whittier

　　Oh， greenly and fair in the lands of the sun，

　　The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run，

　　And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold，

　　With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold，

　　Like that which o'er Nineveh's prophet once grew，

　　While he waited to know that his warning was true，

　　And longed for the storm-cloud， and listened in vain

　　For the rush of the whirlwind and red fire-rain.

　　On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden

　　Comes up with the fruit of the tangled vine laden;

　　And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold

　　Through orange-leaves shining the broad spheres of gold;

　　Yet with dearer delight from his home in the North，

　　On the fields of his harvest the Yankee looks forth，

　　Where crook-necks are coiling and yellow fruit shines，

　　And the sun of September melts down on his vines.

　　Ah! on Thanksgiving day， when from East and from West，

　　From North and from South comes the pilgrim and guest;

　　When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board

　　The old broken links of affection restored;

　　When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more，

　　And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before;

　　What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye，

　　What calls back the past， like the rich Pumpkin pie?

　　Oh， fruit loved of boyhood! the old days recalling，

　　When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!

　　When wild， ugly faces we carved in its skin，

　　Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!

　　When we laughed round the corn-heap， with hearts all in tune，

　　Our chair a broad pumpkin， - our lantern the moon，

　　Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam

　　In a pumpkin-shell coach， with two rats for her team!

　　Then thanks for thy present! none sweeter or better

　　E'er smoked from an oven or circled a platter!

　　Fairer hands never wrought at a pastry more fine，

　　Brighter eyes never watched o'er its baking， than thine!

　　And the prayer， which my mouth is too full to express，

　　Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less，

　　That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below，

　　And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin-vine grow，

　　And thy life be as sweet， and its last sunset sky

　　Golden-tinted and fair as thy own Pumpkin pie!

　　關於經典英文詩詞篇2

　　The Question of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

　　by Barbara Hurd

　　A teacher at the chalkboard turns

　　and imagines pushing desks

　　together， lowering her body

　　onto the one whose question

　　about character and conflict

　　still lingers in his mouth.

　　Behind a curtain of textbook and chalk，

　　she shudders thick and shaded

　　inside Jekyll's bones， spine twisting in the hands

　　of what she thought she'd turned to ash

　　by the heat of her good intentions.

　　She unbuttons the hugeness of his coat，

　　hears her voice gone dwarfish and husky，

　　feels Jekyll's nausea in her mouth，

　　Hyde's lust grinding in her molars

　　while stage crews haul away bridges，

　　drag in back alleys

　　and the curtain begins to rise.

　　It's moments like this，

　　the director gone for coffee，

　　stage crew caught with their arms full，

　　when we know what rises in us unbidden

　　is woven to us，

　　more intimate than a lover.

　　關於經典英文詩詞篇3

　　The Red Poppy

　　by Louise Glück

　　The great thing

　　is not having

　　a mind. Feelings：

　　oh， I have those; they

　　govern me. I have

　　a lord in heaven

　　called the sun， and open

　　for him， showing him

　　the fire of my own heart， fire

　　like his presence.

　　What could such glory be

　　if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters，

　　were you like me once， long ago，

　　before you were human? Did you

　　permit yourselves

　　to open once， who would never

　　open again? Because in truth

　　I am speaking now

　　the way you do. I speak

　　because I am shattered

　　關於經典英文詩詞篇4

　　The Republic

　　by Paul Mariani

　　Midnight. For the past three hours

　　I've raked over Plato's Republic

　　with my students， all of them John

　　Jay cops， and now some of us

　　have come to Rooney's to unwind.

　　Boilermakers. Double shots and triples.

　　Fitzgerald's still in his undercover

　　clothes and giveaway white socks， and two

　　lieutenants——Seluzzi in the sharkskin suit

　　& D'Ambruzzo in the leather——have just

　　invited me to catch their fancy ***and illegal***

　　digs somewhere up in Harlem， when

　　this cop begins to tell his story：

　　how he and his partner trailed

　　this pusher for six weeks before

　　they trapped him in a burnt-out

　　tenement somewhere down in SoHo，

　　one coming at him up the stairwell，

　　the other up the fire escape

　　and through a busted window. But by

　　the time they've grabbed him

　　he's standing over an open window

　　and he's clean. The partner races down

　　into the courtyard and begins going

　　through the garbage until he finds

　　what it is he's after： a white bag

　　hanging from a junk mimosa like

　　the Christmas gift it is， and which now

　　he plants back on the suspect.

　　Cross-examined by a lawyer who does his best

　　to rattle them， he and his partner

　　stick by their story， and the charges stick.

　　Fitzgerald shrugs. Business as usual.

　　But the cop goes on. Better to let

　　the guy go free than under oath

　　to have to lie like that.

　　And suddenly you can hear the heavy

　　suck of air before Seluzzi， who

　　half an hour before was boasting

　　about being on the take， staggers

　　to his feet， outraged at what he's heard，

　　and insists on taking the bastard

　　downtown so they can book him.

　　Which naturally brings to an end

　　the discussion we've been having，

　　and soon each of us is heading

　　for an exit， embarrassed by the awkward

　　light the cop has thrown on things.

　　Which makes it clearer now to me why

　　the State would offer someone like Socrates

　　a shot of hemlock. And even clearer

　　why Socrates would want to drink it.