關於簡單易懂的英文詩欣賞

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　　關於簡單易懂的英文詩篇一

　　Then

　　by Spencer Reece

　　I was a full-time house sitter. I had no title.

　　I lived in a farmhouse， on a small hill，

　　surrounded by 100 acres. All was still.

　　The fields were in a government program

　　that paid farmers to abandon them. Perfect.

　　I overlooked Union Lake， a small lake，

　　with a small ugly island in the middle

　　a sort of mistake， a cluster of dead elms

　　encircled by marsh， resembling a smear

　　of oil paint left to congeal on a palette.

　　Pesticides farmers sprayed on their crops

　　over the years had drained into the lake

　　and made the water black， the fish shake.

　　About the family that built the house

　　I knew nothing. Built in 1865，

　　perhaps they came after the Civil War?

　　It was a simple house. Two stories.

　　Six rooms. Every wall crooked.

　　Before the house， Indians camped there.

　　If you listened you could hear them.

　　On Sunday afternoons in early June，

　　the sun would burnish the interiors.

　　Shafts of light fell across the rooms.

　　An old gray cat sparred his mote-swirls.

　　Up a tiny staircase， ladder steep，

　　I was often found， adrift， half asleep.

　　I forgot words， where I lived， my dreams.

　　Mirrors around the house， those streams，

　　ran out of gossip. The walls absorbed me.

　　There was every indication I was safe there.

　　Outside， children sang， sweetening the air：

　　Row， row， row your boat， gently down the stream.

　　Merrily， merrily， merrily， merrily， life is but a dream . . .

　　their fingers marrying each other with ease

　　as the dark built its scaffolding above the trees.

　　Peonies spoiled， dye ran from their centers.

　　Often， the lawn was covered by a fine soft rain.

　　Days disappeared as quickly as they came.

　　The children receded. The moon rose.

　　Cows paused on the wild green plain

　　of all that land still left uncommercialized.

　　Three years I had there. Alone. At peace.

　　Often I awoke as the light began to cease.

　　The house breathed and shook like a lover

　　as I took for myself time needed to recover.

　　關於簡單易懂的英文詩篇二

　　There Will Come Soft Rains

　　by Sara Teasdale

　　There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground，

　　And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

　　And frogs in the pools singing at night，

　　And wild plum trees in tremulous white，

　　Robins will wear their feathery fire

　　Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

　　And not one will know of the war， not one

　　Will care at last when it is done.

　　Not one would mind， neither bird nor tree

　　If mankind perished utterly;

　　And Spring herself， when she woke at dawn，

　　Would scarcely know that we were gone.

　　關於簡單易懂的英文詩篇三

　　There are Days

　　by John Montague

　　There are days when

　　one should be able

　　to pluck off one's head

　　like a dented or worn

　　helmet， straight from

　　the nape and collarbone

　　***those crackling branches!***

　　and place it firmly down

　　in the bed of a flowing stream.

　　Clear， clean， chill currents

　　coursing and spuming through

　　the sour and stale compartments

　　of the brain， dimmed eardrums，

　　bleared eyesockets， filmed tongue.

　　And then set it back again

　　on the base of the shoulders：

　　well tamped down， of course，

　　the laved skin and mouth，

　　the marble of the eyes

　　rinsed and ready

　　for love; for prophecy?

　　關於簡單易懂的英文詩篇四

　　They flee from me

　　by Thomas Wyatt

　　They flee from me， that sometime did me seek，

　　With naked foot stalking in my chamber.

　　I have seen them， gentle， tame， and meek，

　　That now are wild， and do not remember

　　That sometime they put themselves in danger

　　To take bread at my hand; and now they range，

　　Busily seeking with a continual change.

　　Thanked be Fortune it hath been otherwise，

　　Twenty times better; but once in special，

　　In thin array， after a pleasant guise，

　　When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall，

　　And she me caught in her arms long and small，

　　And therewith all sweetly did me kiss

　　And softly said， "Dear heart， how like you this?"

　　It was no dream， I lay broad waking.

　　But all is turned， thorough my gentleness，

　　Into a strange fashion of forsaking;

　　And I have leave to go， of her goodness，

　　And she also to use newfangleness.

　　But since that I so kindely am served，

　　I fain sould know what she hath deserved.

　　關於簡單易懂的英文詩篇五

　　Thinking in Bed

　　by Dennis Lee

　　I'm thinking in bed，

　　CauseI can't get out

　　Till I learn how to think

　　What I'm thinking about;

　　What I'm thinking about

　　Is a person to be

　　A sort of a person

　　Who feels like me.

　　I might still be Alice，

　　Excepting I'm not.

　　And Snoopy is super，

　　But not when it's hot;

　　I couldn't be Piglet，

　　I don't think I'm Pooh，

　　I know I'm not Daddy

　　And I can't be you.

　　My breakfast is waiting.

　　My clothes are all out，

　　But what was that thing

　　I was thinking about?

　　I'll never get up

　　If I lie here all day;

　　But I still haven't thought，

　　So I'll just have to stay.

　　If I was a Grinch

　　I expect I would know.

　　But I don't think so.

　　There's so many people

　　I don't seem to be

　　I guess I'll just have to

　　Get up and be me.