關於最經典的英文詩朗誦精選

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　　關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇1

　　Ode to the Air Traffic Controller

　　by Joshua Beckman

　　Melbourne， Perth， Darwin， Townsville，

　　Belém， Durban， Lima， Xai-Xai planes

　　with wingspans big as high schools

　　eight hundred nine hundred tons a piece

　　gone like pollen， cumulus cirrus

　　altostratus nimbostratus people getting skinny

　　just trying to lose weight and the sky

　　the biggest thing anyone ever thought of

　　Acceptance， Vancouver， Tehran， Maui

　　school children balloons light blue nothing

　　one goes away not forever， in fact

　　most people， at least if you are flying

　　Delta， come down in Salt Lake City

　　Fairbanks， Kobe， Aukland， Anchorage

　　from Cleveland a hundred Hawaii-bound Germans

　　are coming in low， not to say too low

　　just low pull up Amsterdam pull up Miami

　　historically a very high-strung bunch

　　smokers eaters tiny planes must circle

　　we have bigger problems on our hands

　　New York， Tokyo， Hong Kong， Paris

　　the boy who has been ignoring dinner

　　throws thirteen paper planes out the window

　　does it look like this? Tashkent， Nome， Rio，

　　Hobart， yes yes it looks just like that

　　now do your homework Capetown Capetown

　　lots of rain good on one good on two

　　go three go four go five go six

　　Mau， Brak， Zella， Ghat， an African parade

　　good on two good on three

　　please speak English please speak English

　　good on five good on six gentlemen：

　　the world will let us down many times

　　but it will never run out of coffee

　　hooray! for Lagos， Accra， Freetown， Dakar

　　your son is on the telephone the Germans

　　landed safely Seattle off to Istanbul

　　tiny planes please circle oh tiny planes

　　do please please circle

　　關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇2

　　Piazza Gimma

　　by Fabio Mórabito

　　Translated by Geoff Hargreaves

　　I spy on the building

　　closest to hand

　　a movement that begins

　　out on its balconies

　　as the day's routine，

　　the early tasks of morning

　　with their stock and styleless gestures，

　　flowers again.

　　I fall in love at this one hour

　　when people most repeat themselves，

　　least connected to their inner lives

　　and packed with habits laid down long ago.

　　There's a woman I observe who

　　constantly appears in bathrobe，

　　on floor eight， with coffee cup，

　　matronly blonde， in love with life

　　casting glances at her wider world while taking

　　two quick sips or three，

　　and then with an erotic shake

　　loosens up the sugared lees， to reach

　　the best of sips， the last， the sweetest. . .

　　all before quite waking up.

　　Before you quite wake up，

　　blonde of the morning， hold fast

　　to ritual tasting， self-communion.

　　Off from your balcony，

　　at last emerged from sleep，

　　slip inside your home， by now yourself，

　　make gestures of your own，

　　not those somebody has bequeathed to you

　　關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇3

　　Pickle Belt

　　by Theodore Roethke

　　The fruit rolled by all day.

　　They prayed the cogs would creep;

　　They thought about Saturday pay，And Sunday sleep.

　　Whatever he smelled was good：

　　The fruit and flesh smells mixed.

　　There beside him she stood，——

　　And he， perplexed;

　　He， in his shrunken britches，

　　Eyes rimmed with pickle dust，

　　Prickling with all the itches Of sixteen-year-old lust

　　關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇4

　　Panther

　　by Ned O'Gorman

　　When the panther came

　　no belfrey rang alarums，

　　no cleric spat his tea.

　　When the panther came

　　the sky and lawn were still.

　　The panter came

　　through forest，

　　through field，

　　up to the wall

　　and my one blossoming cherry tree.

　　I had constructed

　　the world as it was

　　and had pared the body

　　from the customs of languor.

　　It pressed its nose against the pane and its gears

　　ground me away into ribbons

　　of dissonance.

　　It turned and sauntered

　　into the shadows. Its

　　paw marks on the earth

　　like cherries too ripe in a white bowl.

　　關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇5

　　Odysseus to Telemachus

　　by Joseph Brodsky

　　My dear Telemachus，

　　The Trojan War is over now;

　　I don't recall who won it.

　　The Greeks， no doubt， for only they would leave

　　so many dead so far from their own homeland.

　　But still， my homeward way has proved too long.

　　While we were wasting time there， old Poseidon，

　　it almost seems， stretched and extended space.

　　I don't know where I am or what this place

　　can be. It would appear some filthy island，

　　with bushes， buildings， and great grunting pigs.

　　A garden choked with weeds; some queen or other.

　　Grass and huge stones . . . Telemachus， my son!

　　To a wanderer the faces of all islands

　　resemble one another. And the mind

　　trips， numbering waves; eyes， sore from sea horizons，

　　run; and the flesh of water stuffs the ears.

　　I can't remember how the war came out;

　　even how old you are——I can't remember.

　　Grow up， then， my Telemachus， grow strong.

　　Only the gods know if we'll see each other

　　again. You've long since ceased to be that babe

　　before whom I reined in the plowing bullocks.

　　Had it not been for Palamedes' trick

　　we two would still be living in one household.

　　But maybe he was right; away from me

　　you are quite safe from all Oedipal passions，

　　and your dreams， my Telemachus， are blameless.