經典簡單的英文詩朗誦稿

　　英語詩歌的特點是短小精悍,語言簡練,注重押韻,具有豐富的想象力,是英語文學中的瑰寶。小編整理了，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　Séance at Tennis

　　by Dana Goodyear

　　I play with an old boyfriend， to tease you out.

　　In white shorts that you‘ve never seen before.

　　You storm—wind， panic in the tree.

　　Rattling like the genius

　　like the jealous man.

　　Making it impossible to hit.

　　So nothing clears the net.

　　An inside joke， my comingback love：

　　He can‘t return， but you can?

　　After an hour， the court is swept， and reassumes

　　the waiting face of the bereft. But you—

　　the sky turns blue with your held breath.

　　篇二

　　Searchers

　　by D. Nurkse

　　We gave our dogs a button to sniff，

　　or a tissue， and they bounded off

　　confident in their training，

　　in the power of their senses

　　to re-create the body，

　　but after eighteen hours in rubble

　　where even steel was pulverized

　　they curled on themselves

　　and stared up at us

　　and in their soft huge eyes

　　we saw mirrored the longing for death：

　　then we had to beg a stranger

　　to be a victim and crouch

　　behind a girder， and let the dogs

　　discover him and tug him

　　proudly， with suppressed yaps，

　　back to Command and the rows

　　of empty triage tables.

　　But who will hide from us?

　　Who will keep digging for us

　　here in the cloud of ashes?

　　篇三

　　Trickster

　　by Sherwin Bitsui

　　He was there——

　　before the rising action rose to meet this acre cornered by thirst，

　　before birds swallowed bathwater and exploded in midsentence，

　　before the nameless

　　began sipping the blood of ravens from the sun's knotted atlas.

　　He was there，

　　sleeping with one eye clamped tighter than the other，

　　he looked， when he shouldn't have.

　　He said， "You are worth the wait，"

　　in the waiting room of the resurrection of another Reservation

　　and continued to dig for water， her hands， a road map，

　　in a bucket of white shells outside the North gate.

　　He threw a blanket over the denouement slithering onto shore

　　and saw Indians，

　　leaning into the beginning，

　　slip out of turtle shells，

　　and slide down bottle necks，

　　aiming for the first pocket of air in the final paragraph.

　　He saw anthropologists hook a land bridge with their curved spines，

　　and raised the hunters a full minute above its tollbooth，

　　saying， "Fire ahead， fire."

　　When they pointed，

　　he leapt into the blue dark

　　on that side of the fence;

　　it was that simple：

　　sap drying in the tear ducts of the cut worm，

　　his ignition switched on——

　　blue horses grazing northward in the pre-dawn.

　　篇四

　　Sediments of Santa Monica

　　by Brenda Hillman

　　A left margin watches the sea floor approach

　　It takes 30 million years

　　It is the first lover

　　More saints for Augustine's mother

　　A girl in red shorts shakes Kafka's

　　The Trial free of some sand

　　A left margin watches the watcher from Dover

　　After the twentieth century these cliffs

　　Looked like ribbons on braids or dreads

　　A dream had come right over

　　With a sort of severe leakage

　　Ah love let us be true to one another

　　Went down to the ferris wheel

　　God's Rolodex

　　There were neon spikes around everyone

　　Like the Virgin's spikes

　　Old punk's mohawk Evidence of inner fire

　　Rode throwing words off Red current Light swearing

　　Ah love The century

　　Had become a little drippy at the end

　　We're still growing but the stitches hurt Let us be

　　True to one another for the world

　　Easy on the myths now

　　Make it up Sleep well

　　篇五

　　Turn of a Year

　　by Joan Houlihan

　　This is regret： or a ferret. Snuffling，

　　stunted， a snout full of snow.

　　As the end of day shuffles down

　　the repentant scurry and swarm-

　　an unstable contrition is born.

　　Bend down. Look into the lair.

　　Where newborn pieties spark and strike

　　I will make my peace as a low bulb

　　burnt into a dent of snow. A cloth to keep me

　　from seeping. Light crumpled over a hole.

　　Why does the maker keep me awake?

　　He must want my oddments， their glow.