有關經典英文詩歌閱讀

　　英語文學中，詩歌極其豐富多彩，學英文而不懂英文詩歌，不僅從審美角度看是個遺憾，而且從語言學習角度看，學一些詩歌，語言能力會大大提高。小編整理了有關經典英文詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　有關經典英文詩歌篇一

　　The Responsibility of Love

　　by G. E. Patterson

　　Where you are now， the only lights are stars

　　and oil lamps flaring on vine-covered porches.

　　Where you are now， it must be midnight.

　　No one has bothered to name all the roads

　　that overlook the sea. The freshened air

　　smells of myrtle and white jasmine. A church

　　stands on the headland， and I hope it might

　　keep one thought of me alive in your head.

　　Autumn is here： warm days becoming cold.

　　The trees drop more leaves， love， each time it rains.

　　I eat my meals with the TV turned on，

　　but softly so the neighbors won't complain.

　　The kilim is stained by the food I spilled

　　the first day——and the second——you were gone.

　　有關經典英文詩歌篇二

　　The Plaid Dress

　　by Edna St. Vincent Millay

　　Strong sun， that bleach

　　The curtains of my room， can you not render

　　Colourless this dress I wear?——

　　This violent plaid

　　Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe

　　Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done

　　Through indolence high judgments given here in haste;

　　The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

　　No more uncoloured than unmade，

　　I fear， can be this garment that I may not doff;

　　Confession does not strip it off，

　　To send me homeward eased and bare;

　　All through the formal， unoffending evening， under the clean

　　Bright hair，

　　Lining the subtle gown. . .it is not seen，

　　But it is there.

　　有關經典英文詩歌篇三

　　Central Park, Carousel

　　by Meena Alexander

　　June already， it's your birth month，

　　nine months since the towers fell.

　　I set olive twigs in my hair

　　torn from a tree in Central Park，

　　I ride a painted horse， its mane a sullen wonder.

　　You are behind me on a lilting mare.

　　You whisper——What of happiness?

　　Dukham， Federico. Smoke fills my eyes.

　　Young， I was raised to a sorrow song

　　short fires and stubble on a monsoon coast.

　　The leaves in your cap are very green.

　　The eyes of your mare never close.

　　Somewhere you wrote： Despedida.

　　If I die leave the balcony open!

　　有關經典英文詩歌篇四

　　The Poems I Have Not Written

　　by John Brehm

　　I'm so wildly unprolific， the poems

　　I have not written would reach

　　from here to the California coast

　　if you laid them end to end.

　　And if you stacked them up，

　　the poems I have not written

　　would sway like a silent

　　Tower of Babel， saying nothing

　　and everything in a thousand

　　different tongues. So moving， so

　　filled with and emptied of suffering，

　　so steeped in the music of a voice

　　speechless before the truth，

　　the poems I have not written

　　would break the hearts of every

　　woman who's ever left me，

　　make them eye their husbands

　　with a sharp contempt and hate

　　themselves for turning their backs

　　on the very source of beauty.

　　The poems I have not written

　　would compel all other poets

　　to ask of God： "Why do you

　　let me live? I am worthless.

　　please strike me dead at once，

　　destroy my works and cleanse

　　the earth of all my ghastly

　　imperfections." Trees would

　　bow their heads before the poems

　　I have not written. "Take me，"

　　they would say， "and turn me

　　into your pages so that I

　　might live forever as the ground

　　from which your words arise."

　　The wind itself， about which

　　I might have written so eloquently，

　　praising its slick and intersecting

　　rivers of air， its stately calms

　　and furious interrogations，

　　its flutelike lingerings and passionate

　　reproofs， would divert its course

　　to sweep down and then pass over

　　the poems I have not written，

　　and the life I have not lived， the life

　　I've failed even to imagine，

　　which they so perfectly describe.