關於經典優美英文詩歌賞析

　　詩歌是語言的精髓,是最古老、最具文學特質的文學形式。英語詩歌以其特有的格律與韻律向世人突顯了其獨特的音樂美。小編精心收集了關於經典優美英文詩歌，供大家欣賞學習!

　　關於經典優美英文詩歌篇1

　　Somewhere Else

　　by Matthew Shenoda

　　It is here on this ridge

　　exposed to the orange dusk

　　of mountain autumn

　　that the story begins.

　　Buck wood for the stove

　　feel the heat of shoulder to tendon

　　greet the mule deer

　　and water the garden again.

　　In rhythm， with song

　　when the ax begins to blend with wind

　　carry on to warmer days

　　on the river's open banks

　　where the fervor of healing is found in water.

　　Flow from one origin to another——

　　there is never a place where we cannot begin

　　where the current is ancient， the wind is young

　　teaching each other like the ax and the wood.

　　Carve a place for dignity

　　plant a seed and pray for rain

　　for sun

　　for understanding outside your self.

　　There will come a day when they say：

　　who do you think you are

　　and another day will come

　　for you to tell.

　　On that day the story will appear

　　but do not tell of yourself

　　tell the story of the staff that blossomed in the desert

　　or the one about your enemy's greatest victory

　　tell the story of somewhere else

　　關於經典優美英文詩歌篇2

　　somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

　　by E. E. Cummings

　　somewhere i have never travelled，gladly beyond

　　any experience，your eyes have their silence：

　　in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me，

　　or which i cannot touch because they are too near

　　your slightest look will easily unclose me

　　though i have closed myself as fingers，

　　you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

　　touching skilfully，mysteriouslyher first rose

　　or if your wish be to close me， i and

　　my life will shut very beautifully ，suddenly，

　　as when the heart of this flower imagines

　　the snow carefully everywhere descending;

　　nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

　　the power of your intense fragility：whose texture

　　compels me with the color of its countries，

　　rendering death and forever with each breathing

　　i do not know what it is about you that closes

　　and opens;only something in me understands

　　the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

　　nobody，not even the rain，has such small hands

　　關於經典優美英文詩歌篇3

　　Silence Ravingby Clayton Eshleman

　　Patters， paters， Apollo globes， sound

　　breaking up with silence， coals

　　I can still hear， entanglement of sense pools，

　　the way a cave might leak perfume——

　　in the Cro-Magnons went， along its wet hide walls，

　　as if a flower in， way in， drew their leggy

　　panspermatic bodies， spidering over

　　bottomless hunches， groping toward Persephone's fate：

　　to be quicksanded by the fungus pulp of Hades' purple hair

　　exploding in their brains.

　　They poured their foreheads into the coals and corrals

　　zigzagged about in the night air——

　　the animals led in crossed

　　a massive vulva incised before the gate，

　　the power that came up from it was paradise， the power

　　the Cro-Magnons bequeathed to us：

　　to make an altar of our throats.

　　The first words were mixed with animal fat，

　　wounded men tried to say who did it.

　　The group was the rim of a to-be-invented wheel，

　　their speech was spokes， looping over，

　　around， the hub of the fire， its silk of us，

　　its burn of them， bop we dip， you dip，

　　we dip to you， you will dip to us， Dionysus

　　the plopping， pooling words， stirred

　　by the lyre gaps between the peaks of flame，

　　water to fire， us to them.

　　Foal-eyes， rubbery， they looped

　　back into those caves whose walls could be strung

　　between their teeth， the sticky soul material pulled to

　　The sides by their hands， ooh

　　what bone looms they sewed themselves into， ah

　　what tiny male spiders they were

　　on the enormous capable of devouring them

　　female rock elastic word!