適合朗誦的優秀英文詩歌

　　英語詩歌是英語語言的瑰寶,是學習英語語言必要的媒介材料。它有助於培養英語學習興趣,提高學生的審美情趣,因而在切實可行的操作下,能夠推進大學英語素質教育。小編整理了，歡迎閱讀!

　　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.

　　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.

　　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.

　　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.

　　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.