優美經典的英文詩句精選

　　詩歌朗讀、學習詩歌、並進行詩歌創作和翻譯過程中都是一種美的感受,能夠讓學生體會其特有的韻律美,盡情發揮想象,馳騁在詩歌的海洋中。小編整理了優美經典的英文詩句，歡迎閱讀!

　　優美經典的英文詩句篇一

　　Nothing Stays Put

　　by Amy Clampitt

　　In memory of Father Flye， 1884-1985

　　The strange and wonderful are too much with us.

　　The protea of the antipodes——a great，

　　globed， blazing honeybee of a bloom——

　　for sale in the supermarket! We are in

　　our decadence， we are not entitled.

　　What have we done to deserve

　　all the produce of the tropics——

　　this fiery trove， the largesse of it

　　heaped up like cannonballs， these pineapples， bossed

　　and crested， standing like troops at attention，

　　these tiers， these balconies of green， festoons

　　grown sumptuous with stoop labor?

　　The exotic is everywhere， it comes to us

　　before there is a yen or a need for it. The green-

　　grocers， uptown and down， are from South Korea.

　　Orchids， opulence by the pailful， just slightly

　　fatigued by the plane trip from Hawaii， are

　　disposed on the sidewalks; alstroemerias， freesias

　　fattened a bit in translation from overseas; gladioli

　　likewise estranged from their piercing ancestral crimson;

　　as well as， less altered from the original blue cornflower

　　of the roadsides and railway embankments of Europe， these

　　bachelor's buttons. But it isn't the railway embankments

　　their featherweight wheels of cobalt remind me of， it's

　　a row of them among prim colonnades of cosmos，

　　snapdragon， nasturtium， bloodsilk red poppies，

　　in my grandmother's garden： a prairie childhood，

　　the grassland shorn， overlaid with a grid，

　　unsealed， furrowed， harrowed and sown with immigrant grasses，

　　their massive corduroy， their wavering feltings embroidered

　　here and there by the scarlet shoulder patch of cannas

　　on a courthouse lawn， by a love knot， a cross stitch

　　of living matter， sown and tended by women，

　　nurturers everywhere of the strange and wonderful，

　　beneath whose hands what had been alien begins，

　　as it alters， to grow as though it were indigenous.

　　But at this remove what I think of as

　　strange and wonderful， strolling the side streets of Manhattan

　　on an April afternoon， seeing hybrid pear trees in blossom，

　　a tossing， vertiginous colonnade of foam， up above——

　　is the white petalfall， the warm snowdrift

　　of the indigenous wild plum of my childhood.

　　Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.

　　All that we know， that we're

　　made of， is motion

　　優美經典的英文詩句篇二

　　Outside

　　by Michael Ryan

　　The dead thing mashed into the street

　　the crows are squabbling over isn't

　　her， nor are their raucous squawks

　　the quiet cawing from her throat

　　those final hours she couldn't speak.

　　But the racket irks him.

　　It seems a cruel intrusion into grief

　　so mute it will never be expressed

　　no matter how loud or long the wailing

　　he might do. Nor could there be a word

　　that won't debase it， no matter

　　how kind or who it comes from.

　　She knew how much he loved her.

　　That must be his consolation

　　when he must talk to buy necessities.

　　Every place will be a place without her.

　　What people will see when they see him

　　pushing a shopping cart or fetching mail

　　is just a neatly dressed polite old man

　　優美經典的英文詩句篇三

　　Outside Abilene

　　by Harley Elliott

　　the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.

　　On the mexican radio station

　　they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos

　　and that is exactly it tonight.

　　The spirit of my dreams

　　rises in the storm like vapor.

　　Deep clouds bulge together and below them

　　we are a tiny constellation of lights

　　the car laid under sheets of lightning

　　moving straight in to the night.

　　Before us are miles and miles of water and wind

　　優美經典的英文詩句篇四

　　Outskirts

　　by Tomas Transtromer ***Translated by Robert Bly***

　　Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch.

　　It's a transitional place， in stalemate， neither country nor city.

　　Construction cranes on the horizon want to take the big leap，

　　but the clocks are against it.

　　Concrete piping scattered around laps at the light with cold tongues.

　　Auto-body shops occupy old barns.

　　Stones throw shadows as sharp as objects on the moon surface.

　　And these sites keep on getting bigger

　　like the land bought with Judas' silver： "a potter's field for burying strangers."

　　優美經典的英文詩句篇五

　　Ox Cart Manby Donald Hall

　　In October of the year，

　　he counts potatoes dug from the brown field，

　　counting the seed， counting

　　the cellar's portion out，

　　and bags the rest on the cart's floor.

　　He packs wool sheared in April， honey

　　in combs， linen， leather

　　tanned from deerhide，

　　and vinegar in a barrel

　　hoped by hand at the forge's fire.

　　He walks by his ox's head， ten days

　　to Portsmouth Market， and sells potatoes，

　　and the bag that carried potatoes，

　　flaxseed， birch brooms， maple sugar， goose

　　feathers， yarn.

　　When the cart is empty he sells the cart.

　　When the cart is sold he sells the ox，

　　harness and yoke， and walks

　　home， his pockets heavy

　　with the year's coin for salt and taxes，

　　and at home by fire's light in November cold

　　stitches new harness

　　for next year's ox in the barn，

　　and carves the yoke， and saws planks

　　building the cart again