關於簡單的英文詩歌朗誦

　　詩歌本身包含的豐富社會生活內容和藝術內涵,詩歌語言的獨特的美與和諧都使它們具有無窮的魅力,所以凡學習英語文學的人都會情不自禁要對英語詩歌傾注特別的熱情和關注。小編精心收集了關於簡單的英文詩歌，供大家欣賞學習!

　　關於簡單的英文詩歌篇1

　　Two Countries

　　by Naomi Shihab Nye

　　Skin remembers how long the years grow

　　when skin is not touched， a gray tunnel

　　of singleness， feather lost from the tail

　　of a bird， swirling onto a step，

　　swept away by someone who never saw

　　it was a feather. Skin ate， walked，

　　slept by itself， knew how to raise a

　　see-you-later hand. But skin felt

　　it was never seen， never known as

　　a land on the map， nose like a city，

　　hip like a city， gleaming dome of the mosque

　　and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.

　　Skin had hope， that's what skin does.

　　Heals over the scarred place， makes a road.

　　Love means you breathe in two countries.

　　And skin remembers——silk， spiny grass，

　　deep in the pocket that is skin's secret own.

　　Even now， when skin is not alone，

　　it remembers being alone and thanks something larger

　　that there are travelers， that people go places

　　larger than themselves.

　　關於簡單的英文詩歌篇2

　　Twilight: After Haying

　　by Jane Kenyon

　　Yes， long shadows go out

　　from the bales; and yes， the soul

　　must part from the body：

　　what else could it do?

　　The men sprawl near the baler，

　　too tired to leave the field.

　　They talk and smoke，

　　and the tips of their cigarettes

　　blaze like small roses

　　in the night air. ***It arrived

　　and settled among them

　　before they were aware.***

　　The moon comes

　　to count the bales，

　　and the dispossessed

　　Whip-poor-will， Whip-poor-will

　　sings from the dusty stubble.

　　These things happen. . .the soul's bliss

　　and suffering are bound together

　　like the grasses. . .

　　The last， sweet exhalations

　　of timothy and vetch

　　go out with the song of the bird;

　　the ravaged field

　　grows wet with dew.

　　關於簡單的英文詩歌篇3

　　Two Horses and a Dog

　　by James Galvin

　　Without external reference，

　　The world presents itself

　　In perfect clarity.

　　Wherewithal， arrested moments，

　　The throes of demystification，

　　Morality as nothing more

　　Than humility and honesty， a salty measure.

　　Then it was a cold snap，

　　Weather turned lethal so it was easier

　　To feel affinity

　　With lodgepole stands， rifted aspens，

　　And grim， tenacious sage.

　　History accelerates till it misses the turns.

　　Wars are shorter now

　　Just to fit into it.

　　One day you know you are no longer young

　　Because you've stopped loving your own desperation.

　　You change life to loneliness in your mind

　　And， you know， you need to change it back.

　　Statistics show that

　　One in every five

　　Women

　　Is essential to my survival.

　　My daughter asks how wide is lightning.

　　That depends， but I don't know on what.

　　Probably the dimension of inner hugeness，

　　As in a speck of dirt.

　　It was an honor to suffer humiliation and refusal.

　　Shame was an honor.

　　It was an honor to freeze your ass horseback

　　In the year's first blizzard，

　　Looking for strays that never materialized.

　　It was an honor to break apart against this，

　　An honor to fail at well-being

　　As the high peaks accepted the first snow -

　　A sigh of relief.

　　Time stands still

　　And we things go whizzing past it，

　　Queasy and lonely，

　　Wearing dogtags with scripture on them.

　　關於簡單的英文詩歌篇4

　　Sexism

　　by David Lehman

　　The happiest moment in a woman's life

　　Is when she hears the turn of her lover's key

　　In the lock， and pretends to be asleep

　　When he enters the room， trying to be

　　Quiet but clumsy， bumping into things，

　　And she can smell the liquor on his breath

　　But forgives him because she has him back

　　And doesn't have to sleep alone.

　　The happiest moment in a man's life

　　Is when he climbs out of bed

　　With a woman， after an hour's sleep，

　　After making love， and pulls on

　　His trousers， and walks outside，

　　And pees in the bushes， and sees

　　The high August sky full of stars

　　And gets in his car and drives home.

　　關於簡單的英文詩歌篇5

　　Radio, Radio

　　by Ben Doyle

　　In the middle of every field，

　　obscured from the side by grass

　　or cornhusks， is a clearing where

　　she works burying swans alive

　　into the black earth. She only

　　buries their bodies， their wings.

　　She packs the dirt tight around

　　their noodle necks & they shake

　　like long eyelashes in a hurricane.

　　She makes me feed them by hand

　　twice a day for one full year： grain，

　　bits of chopped fish. Then she

　　takes me to the tin toolshed.

　　Again she shows me the world

　　inside her silver transistor radio.

　　She hands me the scythe.