簡單的英文詩朗誦稿精選

　　選用合適的英語詩歌進行基礎階段的教學可以在培養學生的聽、說、讀、寫等諸方面起著十分積極的作用,能激發學生對語言本身的興趣和熱愛。小編整理了簡單的英文詩朗誦稿，歡迎閱讀!

　　簡單的英文詩朗誦稿篇一

　　Sick

　　by Shel Silverstein

　　"I cannot go to school today，"

　　Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

　　"I have the measles and the mumps，

　　A gash， a rash and purple bumps.

　　My mouth is wet， my throat is dry，

　　I'm going blind in my right eye.

　　My tonsils are as big as rocks，

　　I've counted sixteen chicken pox

　　And there's one more——that's seventeen，

　　And don't you think my face looks green?

　　My leg is cut——my eyes are blue——

　　It might be instamatic flu.

　　I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke，

　　I'm sure that my left leg is broke——

　　My hip hurts when I move my chin，

　　My belly button's caving in，

　　My back is wrenched， my ankle's sprained，

　　My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

　　My nose is cold， my toes are numb.

　　I have a sliver in my thumb.

　　My neck is stiff， my voice is weak，

　　I hardly whisper when I speak.

　　My tongue is filling up my mouth，

　　I think my hair is falling out.

　　My elbow's bent， my spine ain't straight，

　　My temperature is one-o-eight.

　　My brain is shrunk， I cannot hear，

　　There is a hole inside my ear.

　　I have a hangnail， and my heart is——what?

　　What's that? What's that you say?

　　You say today is. . .Saturday?

　　G'bye， I'm going out to play!"

　　簡單的英文詩朗誦稿篇二

　　Siberian Life

　　by Herman Taube

　　We traveled in sub-zero Arctic weather，

　　bundled in cotton-lined coats and fur hats，

　　to labor camps in remote detention villages.

　　There we gave first aid to the exiled Europeans

　　who were beset by plague and disease.

　　The people here suffered from frostbite and

　　the crushing burden of stressful hard labor.

　　Theirs was a difficult， miserable life——

　　constant insults added to their misery.

　　We were welcomed with warm greetings，

　　their single link to the outside world——

　　they all wanted to know how the war was

　　going. Are the radio stories about Hitler's

　　reign of terror true， or just Soviet propaganda?

　　We carried ***by memory*** names of relatives，

　　separated from their families， sent to other

　　gulag camps. Sadly， most of our inquiries

　　received sad answers： "committed suicide"——

　　"died from typhus"——"perished in the mines."

　　Four of us traveled together——a Polish nurse，

　　a Ukrainian driver， a Russian watchman， and me.

　　On the way back to our clinic， the others were

　　drinking， singing， or telling jokes. With the tragic

　　lives of the exiles fresh in my mind， I only cried.

　　簡單的英文詩朗誦稿篇三

　　Short-Order Cook

　　by Jim Daniels

　　An average joe comes in

　　and orders thirty cheeseburgers and thirty fries.

　　I wait for him to pay before I start cooking.

　　He pays.

　　He ain't no average joe.

　　The grill is just big enough for ten rows of three.

　　I slap the burgers down

　　throw two buckets of fries in the deep frier

　　and they pop pop， spit spit. . .

　　pssss. . .

　　The counter girls laugh.

　　I concentrate.

　　It is the crucial point——

　　they are ready for the cheese：

　　my fingers shake as I tear off slices

　　toss them on the burgers/fries done/dump/

　　refill buckets/burgers ready/flip into buns/

　　beat that melting cheese/wrap burgers in plastic/

　　into paper bags/fried done/dump/fill thirty bags/

　　bring them to the counter/wipe sweat on sleeve

　　and smile at the counter girls.

　　I puff my chest out and bellow：

　　Thirty cheeseburgers! Thirty fries!

　　I grab a handful of ice， toss it in my mouth

　　do a little dance and walk back to the grill.

　　Pressure， responsibility， success.

　　Thirty cheeseburgers， thirty fries

　　簡單的英文詩朗誦稿篇四

　　Read Your Fate

　　by Charles Simic

　　A world's disappearing.

　　Little street，

　　You were too narrow，

　　Too much in the shade already.

　　You had only one dog，

　　One lone child.

　　You hid your biggest mirror，

　　Your undressed lovers.

　　Someone carted them off

　　In an open truck.

　　They were still naked， travelling

　　On their sofa

　　Over a darkening plain，

　　Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska

　　With a storm brewing.

　　The woman opening a red umbrella

　　In the truck. The boy

　　And the dog running after them，

　　As if after a rooster

　　With its head chopped off.

　　簡單的英文詩朗誦稿篇五

　　Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey

　　by Hayden Carruth

　　Scrambled eggs and whiskey

　　in the false-dawn light. Chicago，

　　a sweet town， bleak， God knows，

　　but sweet. Sometimes. And

　　weren't we fine tonight?

　　When Hank set up that limping

　　treble roll behind me

　　my horn just growled and I

　　thought my heart would burst.

　　And Brad M. pressing with the

　　soft stick and Joe-Anne

　　singing low. Here we are now

　　in the White Tower， leaning

　　on one another， too tired

　　to go home. But don't say a word，

　　don't tell a soul， they wouldn't

　　understand， they couldn't， never

　　in a million years， how fine，

　　how magnificent we were

　　in that old club tonight.