經典優美的英文詩朗誦

　　古今中外,對於詩歌的研究從未間斷,我們在研究的過程中發現詩歌的美,同時又在前人研究的基礎上創造出更好的詩歌作品。下面是小編帶來的，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　One of the Lives

　　by W. S. Merwin

　　If I had not met the red-haired boy whose father

　　had broken a leg parachuting into Provence

　　to join the resistance in the final stage of the war

　　and so had been killed there as the Germans were moving north

　　out of Italy and if the friend who was with him

　　as he was dying had not had an elder brother

　　who also died young quite differently in peacetime

　　leaving two children one of them with bad health

　　who had been kept out of school for a whole year by an illness

　　and if I had written anything else at the top

　　of the examination form where it said college

　　of your choice or if the questions that day had been

　　put differently and if a young woman in Kittanning

　　had not taught my father to drive at the age of twenty

　　so that he got the job with the pastor of the big church

　　in Pittsburgh where my mother was working and if

　　my mother had not lost both parents when she was a child

　　so that she had to go to her grandmother's in Pittsburgh

　　I would not have found myself on an iron cot

　　with my head by the fireplace of a stone farmhouse

　　that had stood empty since some time before I was born

　　I would not have travelled so far to lie shivering

　　with fever though I was wrapped in everything in the house

　　nor have watched the unctuous doctor hold up his needle

　　at the window in the rain light of October

　　I would not have seen through the cracked pane the darkening

　　valley with its river sliding past the amber mountains

　　nor have wakened hearing plums fall in the small hour

　　thinking I knew where I was as I heard them fall

　　篇二

　　One of the Monkeys

　　by Nicholas Johnson

　　I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing

　　in a room full of monkeys. It's a play

　　Shakespeare wrote back in the old days

　　they want us to write again. So we're writing

　　a play we never read. They keep inviting

　　strangers to watch us and the strangers say：

　　"They wrote 'to be or nutti to be'!" They stay

　　too long if we write something exciting

　　but the bananas flow like wine. We know

　　it's a crazy， morbid， ranting play， a stew

　　full of murder， love， but with a noble feel.

　　Shocked， I see hack monkeys come and monkeys go.

　　One keeper killed my father. What should I do?

　　I'm watching him. My teeth are as sharp as steel.

　　篇三

　　Navigating in the Dark

　　by Erik Campbell

　　Papua， Indonesia

　　In this mining town in Papua the electricity Has a habit of giving up at night， and this

　　Is a miracle of modern stasis， a secular Shabbat，Reminding us of what is expendable， of how so few

　　Of us ever truly experience the dark. We are amazed，My wife and I， with the heavy darkness

　　Of the no moon jungle， insect sounds lacerating All illusions of silent places. “It‘s so absolute，”

　　My wife says， and I like to think she means More than the darkness; the naked places

　　Of ourselves we dress in sunlight， lamps，And recorded music like antithetical

　　Blanche DeBois‘s fearing a different sort Of scrutiny. “We could pretend it’s 1940，”

　　I say， “put a Jack Benny tape on the short wave And drink coffee， light candles.” She suggests

　　A walk outside instead， where there are dozens Of others already out on paths bounded by jungle，

　　Stepping small and laughing loudly through various Uncertainties; flashlights as eyes， ears like animals‘。

　　Soon we are trying only to remember not to disappear Altogether; everything is so absolutely， so darkly possible.