關於有趣的英文詩歌欣賞

　　英語詩歌因其節奏、思想意義及藝術價值,在英語教學中佔有一席之地。小編整理了關於有趣的英文詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　關於有趣的英文詩歌篇一

　　Next Door

　　by Joan Selinger Sidney

　　Oaks drag alongside the road，

　　weighted by yesterday‘s snow.

　　There‘s Frauka walking alone，

　　the hood of her parka

　　snow-lit against the trees.

　　I pull over. How is he? But before

　　I can answer， I see them last

　　summer： Frauka， and Father

　　leaning on Mother， wanting to believe

　　her will can make him well.

　　Sitting on the lawn，

　　pretending to read， I am unable

　　to tell them， My legs won‘t walk.

　　Go on without me.

　　Eleven years I‘ve protected them—

　　Holocaust survivors—by not naming

　　my disease. Wishing them dead

　　before they‘d see me in a wheelchair.

　　Frauka whispers， My younger brother

　　died one day before your father.

　　Tears rim her eyes， her slim

　　body shivers in the wind.

　　For a moment we are closer

　　in our sorrow than we‘ve ever been

　　關於有趣的英文詩歌篇二

　　Next Day

　　by Randall Jarrell

　　Moving from Cheer to Joy， from Joy to All，

　　I take a box

　　And add it to my wild rice， my Cornish game hens.

　　The slacked or shorted， basketed， identical

　　Food-gathering flocks

　　Are selves I overlook. Wisdom， said William James，

　　Is learning what to overlook. And I am wise

　　If that is wisdom.

　　Yet somehow， as I buy All from these shelves

　　And the boy takes it to my station wagon，

　　What I've become

　　Troubles me even if I shut my eyes.

　　When I was young and miserable and pretty

　　And poor， I'd wish

　　What all girls wish： to have a husband，

　　A house and children. Now that I'm old， my wish

　　Is womanish：

　　That the boy putting groceries in my car

　　See me. It bewilders me he doesn't see me.

　　For so many years

　　I was good enough to eat： the world looked at me

　　And its mouth watered. How often they have undressed me，

　　The eyes of strangers!

　　And， holding their flesh within my flesh， their vile

　　Imaginings within my imagining，

　　I too have taken

　　The chance of life. Now the boy pats my dog

　　And we start home. Now I am good.

　　The last mistaken，

　　Ecstatic， accidental bliss， the blind

　　Happiness that， bursting， leaves upon the palm

　　Some soap and water——

　　It was so long ago， back in some Gay

　　Twenties， Nineties， I don't know . . . Today I miss

　　My lovely daughter

　　Away at school， my sons away at school，

　　My husband away at work——I wish for them.

　　The dog， the maid，

　　And I go through the sure unvarying days

　　At home in them. As I look at my life，

　　I am afraid

　　Only that it will change， as I am changing：

　　I am afraid， this morning， of my face.

　　It looks at me

　　From the rear-view mirror， with the eyes I hate，

　　The smile I hate. Its plain， lined look

　　Of gray discovery

　　Repeats to me： "You're old." That's all， I'm old.

　　And yet I'm afraid， as I was at the funeral

　　I went to yesterday.

　　My friend's cold made-up face， granite among its flowers，

　　Her undressed， operated-on， dressed body

　　Were my face and body.

　　As I think of her I hear her telling me

　　How young I seem; I am exceptional;

　　I think of all I have.

　　But really no one is exceptional，

　　No one has anything， I'm anybody，

　　I stand beside my grave

　　Confused with my life， that is commonplace and solitary.

　　關於有趣的英文詩歌篇三

　　Niggerlips

　　by Martín Espada

　　Niggerlips was the high school name for me.

　　So called by Douglas

　　the car mechanic， with green tattoos

　　on each forearm，

　　and the choir of round pink faces

　　that grinned deliciously

　　from the back row of classrooms，

　　droned over by teachers

　　checking attendance too slowly.

　　Douglas would brag

　　about cruising his car

　　near sidewalks of black children

　　to point an unloaded gun，

　　to scare niggers

　　like crows off a tree，

　　he'd say.

　　My great-grandfather Luis

　　was un negrito too，

　　a shoemaker in the coffee hills

　　of Puerto Rico， 1900.

　　The family called him a secret

　　and kept no photograph.

　　My father remembers

　　the childhood white powder

　　that failed to bleach

　　his stubborn copper skin，

　　and the family says

　　he is still a fly in milk.

　　So Niggerlips has the mouth

　　of his great-grandfather，

　　the song he must have sung

　　as he pounded the leather and nails，

　　the heat that courses through copper，

　　the stubbornness of a fly in milk，

　　and all you have， Douglas，

　　is that unloaded gun.

　　關於有趣的英文詩歌篇四

　　One Petition Lofted into the Ginkos

　　by Gabriel Gudding

　　For the train-wrecked， the puck-struck，the viciously punched，

　　he pole-vaulter whose pole snapped in ascent.

　　For his asphalt-face，his capped-off scream，

　　God bless his dad in the stands.

　　For the living dog in the median

　　car-struck and shuddering on crumpled haunches，

　　eyes large as plates， seeing nothing， but looking，looking.

　　For the blessed pigeon who threw himself from the cliff

　　after plucking out his feathers just to taste a failing death.

　　For the poisoned， scalded， and gassed， the bayoneted，

　　the bit and blind-sided，asthmatic veteran who just before his first date in years

　　and years swallowed his own glass eye.

　　For these and all and all the drunk，

　　Imagine a handful of quarters chucked up at sunset，

　　lofted into the ginkgos and there，at apogee，

　　while the whole ringing wad pauses， pink-lit，

　　about to seed the penny-colored earth with an hour's wages

　　As shining， ringing， brief， and cheap as a prayer should be

　　Imagine it all falling into some dark machine brimming with nurses，

　　nutrices ex machina and they blustering out with juices and gauze，

　　peaches and brushes，to patch such dents and wounds.