關於簡單易讀的英文詩

　　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，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　Sappho in Her Study

　　by Kelly Cherry

　　The files in the filing cabinet

　　Are all talking at once.

　　Mumble jumble， say the files

　　In the filing cabinet.

　　The desk， discreet，

　　Discloses nothing.

　　Rough drafts live

　　A roustabout life，

　　Tumbling from shelves，

　　While books， published

　　and smugly replete，

　　No longer feel the need

　　To compete.

　　Stationery sprawls，

　　Casual as sunbathers.

　　In the locked drawer，

　　Love letters lie.

　　篇二

　　Tours

　　by C. D. Wright

　　A girl on the stairs listens to her father

　　Beat up her mother.

　　Doors bang.

　　She comes down in her nightgown.

　　The piano stands there in the dark

　　Like a boy with an orchid.

　　She plays what she can

　　Then she turns the lamp on.

　　Her mother's music is spread out

　　On the floor like brochures.

　　She hears her father

　　Running through the leaves.

　　The last black key

　　She presses stays down， makes no sound

　　Someone putting their tongue where their tooth had been.

　　篇三

　　Traveling through the Dark

　　by William Stafford

　　Traveling through the dark I found a deer

　　dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.

　　It is usually best to roll them into the canyon：

　　that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

　　By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car

　　and stood by the heap， a doe， a recent killing;

　　she had stiffened already， almost cold.

　　I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

　　My fingers touching her side brought me the reason

　　her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting，

　　alive， still， never to be born.

　　Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

　　The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;

　　under the hood purred the steady engine.

　　I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;

　　around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

　　I thought hard for us all——my only swerving，

　　then pushed her over the edge into the river.

　　篇四

　　Scenes From the Battle of Us

　　by Cate Marvin

　　You are like a war novel， entirely lacking

　　female characters， except for an occasional

　　letter that makes one of the men cry.

　　I am like a table

　　that eats its own legs off

　　because it's fallen

　　in love with the floor.

　　My frantic hand can't find where my leg

　　went. You can play the tourniquet. A tree

　　with white limbs will grow here someday.

　　Or maybe a pup tent

　　that's collapsed in on itself，

　　it so loves the sleep

　　of men sleeping beneath it.

　　The reason why women dislike war movies

　　may have something to do with why men hate

　　romantic comedies： they are both about war.

　　Perhaps I should

　　live in a pig's trough.

　　There， I'd be wanted.

　　There， I'd be tasted.

　　When the mail bag drops from the sky

　　and lands heavy on the jungle floor， its letters

　　are prepared to swim away with your tears.

　　One letter reads：

　　I can barely feel

　　furtive. The other：

　　I am diminishing.

　　篇五

　　The Young Fools

　　by Paul Verlaine ***Translated by Louis Simpson***

　　High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress

　　So that， between the wind and the terrain，

　　At times a shining stocking would be seen，

　　And gone too soon. We liked that foolishness.

　　Also， at times a jealous insect's dart

　　Bothered out beauties. Suddenly a white

　　Nape flashed beneath the branches， and this sight

　　Was a delicate feast for a young fool's heart.

　　Evening fell， equivocal， dissembling，

　　The women who hung dreaming on our arms

　　Spoke in low voices， words that had such charms

　　That ever since our stunned soul has been trembling.