優美勵志英文詩歌鑑賞

　　美感是人類對客觀事物美的體驗,是人們在審美活動中對美的事物的主觀感知、欣賞和評價。英語詩歌中的美感和英語語音息息相關,尤其體現在韻律的運用上,最常見的有頭韻、尾韻、諧音、半諧音和擬音。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　Mnemosyne

　　by Trumbull Stickney

　　It's autumn in the country I remember

　　How warm a wind blew here about the ways!

　　And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber

　　During the long sun-sweetened summer-days.

　　It's cold abroad the country I remember.

　　The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain

　　At midday with a wing aslant and limber;

　　And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain

　　It's empty down the country I remember.

　　I had a sister lovely in my sight：

　　Her hair was dark， her eyes were very sombre;

　　We sang together in the woods at night.

　　It's lonely in the country I remember.

　　The babble of our children fills my ears，

　　And on our hearth I stare the perished ember

　　To flames that show all starry thro' my tears.

　　It's dark about the country I remember.

　　There are the mountains where I lived. The path

　　Is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber，

　　The stumps are twisted by the tempests' wrath.

　　But that I knew these places are my own，

　　I'd ask how came such wretchedness to cumber

　　The earth， and I to people it alone.

　　It rains across the country I remember.

　　篇二

　　Momentum

　　by Catherine Doty

　　Your friends won't try to talk you out of the barrel，

　　or your brag to go first， which has nothing to do with bravery.

　　And you're so hungry to earn their love you forget

　　to claim first your， perhaps， last look at this mountain-

　　crab apples hanging sour in the sun， abandoned Buick，

　　a favorite place to play， dismantled and weathered

　　and delicate as a voting booth. Instead you dive straight away

　　and headfirst into darkness， the steel drum that dusts you，

　　like a chicken part， with rust. Looking out， there's nothing

　　to see of your friends but their calves， which are scabby，

　　and below them the filthy sneakers， shifting， shifting，

　　every foot aching to kick you off this cliff.

　　Their faces， you know， are blank with anticipation，

　　the look you see when they watch TV eating popcorn.

　　They're already talking about you as if you're gone，

　　as if you boarded a bus and roared out of earshot，

　　when one foot flashes forward and launches you.

　　You know as you feel that first solid slam you are lost.

　　The barrel changes shape with each crash to earth，

　　as you will later， assuming and losing lives， but this

　　is so true now： ankles flayed to the bone， cracked ribs

　　and crushed mint， the brittle， pissy sumac. Right now

　　the pin oaks are popping in their sockets， the hillside

　　wears your shoes， clouds pleat and buck. You know， of course，

　　that no one's going second， and friends who tell this story

　　will use the word idiot， rolling their hands in the air，

　　but you know you know what your life is for now and rise up，

　　and just about scalp yourself on that tree limb above you，

　　another thing you couldn't possibly know was coming，

　　another which， like your first breath， was not your idea.

　　篇三

　　missrosie

　　by Lucille Clifton

　　when I watch you

　　wrapped up like garbage

　　sitting， surrounded by the smell

　　of too old potato peels

　　or when I watch you

　　in your old man's shoes

　　with the little toe cut out

　　sitting， waiting for your mind

　　like next week's grocery

　　I say when I watch you

　　you wet brown bag of a woman

　　who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia

　　used to be called the Georgia Rose

　　I stand up through your destruction

　　I stand up