關於簡單英文詩歌朗誦

　　英語詩歌是英語語言與文學的精華。開展英語詩歌教學能提高學生英語語言基礎知識水平、寫作水平,有助於學生西方歷史文化的學習,提高學生的想象力,也有助於對學生的道德教育。小編整理了關於簡單英文詩歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　關於簡單英文詩歌篇一

　　Song of the Son

　　by Jean Toomer

　　Pour O pour that parting soul in song，

　　O pour it in the sawdust glow of night，

　　Into the velvet pine-smoke air to-night，

　　And let the valley carry it along.

　　And let the valley carry it along.

　　O land and soil， red soil and sweet-gum tree，

　　So scant of grass， so profligate of pines，

　　Now just before an epoch's sun declines

　　Thy son， in time， I have returned to thee，

　　Thy son， I have in time returned to thee.

　　In time， for though the sun is setting on

　　A song-lit race of slaves， it has not set;

　　Though late， O soil， it is not too late yet

　　To catch thy plaintive soul， leaving， soon gone，

　　Leaving， to catch thy plaintive soul soon gone.

　　O Negro slaves， dark purple ripened plums，

　　Squeezed， and bursting in the pine-wood air，

　　Passing before they stripped the old tree bare

　　One plum was saved for me， one seed becomes

　　An everlasting song， a singing tree，

　　Caroling softly souls of slavery，

　　What they were， and what they are to me，

　　Caroling softly souls of slavery.

　　關於簡單英文詩歌篇二

　　Song of Myself

　　by John Canaday

　　I am a stubborn ox dreaming

　　of rain as the drover's fingers drum

　　around my eyes. But no： the wet

　　hum of flies distracted me，

　　and now the plow has drifted from

　　the line I meant to follow. See

　　where the damp leather of the reins

　　has worn the callus on my left

　　forefinger raw? Or was it the dry，

　　ash handle of my hoe? I can hear

　　the steel head singing as it strikes

　　rocky ground， the fresh-turned earth

　　swallowing showers of sparks. The tip

　　of my tongue goes dry. I touch my lips

　　to the soil as I once touched you， here

　　and there. A single knot of dirt

　　crumbles slowly in my mouth

　　with the taste of sweet butter dripping

　　from your thumb. This ground will raise

　　a heavy crop. I am the wheat

　　that flowed around your waist like water.

　　I am that lonely knot of earth.

　　關於簡單英文詩歌篇三

　　Song to Celia by Ben Jonson

　　Drinke to me， onely， with thine eyes，

　　And I will pledge with mine;

　　Or leave a kisse but in the cup，

　　And Ile not looke for wine.

　　The thirst， that from the soule doth rise，

　　Doth aske a drinke divine：

　　But might I of Jove's Nectar sup，

　　I would not change for thine.

　　I sent thee， late， a rosie wreath，

　　Not so much honoring thee，

　　As giving it a hope， that there

　　It could not withered bee.

　　But thou thereon did'st onely breath，

　　And sent'st it back to mee：

　　Since when it growes， and smells， I sweare，

　　Not of it selfe， but thee.

　　關於簡單英文詩歌篇四

　　Songs for the People

　　by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

　　Let me make the songs for the people，

　　Songs for the old and young;

　　Songs to stir like a battle-cry

　　Wherever they are sung.

　　Not for the clashing of sabres，

　　For carnage nor for strife;

　　But songs to thrill the hearts of men

　　With more abundant life.

　　Let me make the songs for the weary，

　　Amid life's fever and fret，

　　Till hearts shall relax their tension，

　　And careworn brows forget.

　　Let me sing for little children，

　　Before their footsteps stray，

　　Sweet anthems of love and duty，

　　To float o'er life's highway.

　　I would sing for the poor and aged，

　　When shadows dim their sight;

　　Of the bright and restful mansions，

　　Where there shall be no night.

　　Our world， so worn and weary，

　　Needs music， pure and strong，

　　To hush the jangle and discords

　　Of sorrow， pain， and wrong.

　　Music to soothe all its sorrow，

　　Till war and crime shall cease;

　　And the hearts of men grown tender

　　Girdle the world with peace.

　　關於簡單英文詩歌篇五

　　Sonnet for Salvadore

　　by Gary Miranda

　　Of Salvadore the Celery King I sing.

　　Illiterate in Lewiston， he'd wander，

　　so I'm told， into the ladies' john

　　and， barring ladies， not suspect a thing.

　　But when it came to celery， he was king.

　　And when he died， the Idaho Daily Sun

　　said： Salvadore the Celery King Moves On.

　　The celery hung its head， remembering.

　　Sometimes I think I'll wind down Lewiston Hill

　　***where winding up and winding down's the same

　　except for purpose***， enter past the mill

　　and， turning to face the crowd， announce my name：

　　"Gary， son of Dom the son of Salvadore

　　the King， whose throne I've come to claim."