外國英語詩歌

　　英語詩歌是英語語言的精華。它以最凝練的文字傳遞時間與空間、物質與精神、理智與情感。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。下面小編為大家帶來，歡迎大家閱讀!

　　：格拉夫頓橋

　　as you cross the cemetery beneath the bridge closes in

　　pinetrees raise suspicious faces

　　an ocean of the dead like iron, giving off a fishy smell

　　the rusty sunlight has passed by

　　sniffs at you like an old dog

　　a dog staring the scene is particularly clear from the bridge

　　a sky shrivelled by extinct volcanoes a dark red fist

　　a drop of the past’s blood on a low-budget headstone

　　clouds merge into yesterday’s storm

　　and are fouled by the claws of birds

　　transparent windows opened by the balustrade you brought home

　　you cross the bridge at home

　　an entire city lodged in a sickroom

　　green weeds linking so many feet together

　　under a stone roof the stone master closes in

　　in an iron corridor the iron master closes in

　　fantasizing with the eyes death need not speed up

　　that end where you go away and turn old

　　the dead on the lawn looking down at you are all the same

　　distance away

　　but you have to come back as though fettered by handcuffs of glass

　　to overhaul every pier of today’s sins

　　a child running crazy among snow-white seagulls

　　standing suddenly still crying loudly for the stars

　　with a pain abruptly extended in the night bitterly weeping

　　橋下的墓地在你過橋時逼近

　　松樹抬起一張張狐疑的臉

　　死者的海面鐵塊般散發腥味

　　鐵鏽色的陽光繞過去

　　像一隻老狗嗅嗅你

　　一隻狗眼盯著風景在橋上格外清晰

　　死火山萎縮的天空一個暗紅的拳頭

　　廉價墓碑上一滴過時的血

　　雲匯合了昨天所有的風暴

　　卻被鳥爪弄髒

　　被帶你回家的欄杆敞開透明的窗戶

　　你在家裡過橋

　　整整一座城市住進一間病房

　　碧綠的野草把那麼多腳步連在一起

　　石頭的主人在石頭屋頂下逼近

　　鐵的主人在鐵的走廊裡逼近

　　用眼睛幻想死亡就無須速度

　　你走去的還是你被變老的那一端

　　草地上的死者俯瞰你是相同的距離

　　而你得回來像被玻璃手銬銬著

　　檢修每座今天的罪惡的橋墩

　　一群雪白的海鷗裡一個狂奔的孩子

　　突然站住為星星高呼

　　為黑夜中陡然延長的疼痛放聲哭泣

　　：從我視窗望出去的街道

　　on the street I see from my window it never rains

　　it lies by my windowsill

　　composed and calm as a comb

　　waiting for a silent woman

　　flying in from shore like a tired seagull

　　hands hugging herself as tight as a pebble

　　on her back in a furry grey satchel

　　a lemon quietly changing shape

　　the street I see from my window is white with snow

　　all winter on the street only

　　seven stray cats and a man sleeping in an abandoned car

　　or eight identical pairs of eyes

　　empty husks, utterly free of resentment

　　so affectionate I am convinced

　　they have promised to feed each other with their corpses

　　and, like a guarantee the gentlest of touching

　　從我視窗望出去的街道總是不下雨

　　它鎮靜得像一把梳子

　　擱在窗臺上

　　它在等待一個不聲不響的女人

　　像只累了的海鷗從海邊飛來

　　像粒石子兩手抱緊自己

　　她背上翻毛的灰色口袋裡

　　一隻檸檬在悄悄改變形狀

　　從我視窗望出去的街道白雪皚皚

　　整個冬天街上只有

　　七隻野貓和一個睡破汽車的男人

　　或者八雙一模一樣的眼睛

　　像被打空的麥粒毫無怨意

　　他們親熱得使我相信

　　他們已許下互相用屍體充飢的諾言

　　和猶如保證的最溫柔地撫摸