簡單好記的英文詩欣賞

　　欣賞英語詩歌是英語學習的重要部分。正如學習漢語要懂詩詞歌賦一樣,學習英語時有必要對英語詩歌有所瞭解。小編精心收集了簡單好記的英文詩，供大家欣賞學習!

　　簡單好記的英文詩篇1

　　To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

　　by Robert Herrick

　　Gather ye rosebuds while ye may，

　　Old Time is still a-flying;

　　And this same flower that smiles today

　　Tomorrow will be dying.

　　The glorious lamp of heaven， the sun，

　　The higher he's a-getting，

　　The sooner will his race be run，

　　And nearer he's to setting.

　　That age is best which is the first，

　　When youth and blood are warmer;

　　But being spent， the worse， and worst

　　Times still succeed the former.

　　Then be not coy， but use your time，

　　And while ye may， go marry;

　　For having lost but once your prime，

　　You may forever tarry.

　　簡單好記的英文詩篇2

　　San Sepolcro

　　by Jorie Graham

　　In this blue light

　　I can take you there，

　　snow having made me

　　a world of bone

　　seen through to. This

　　is my house，

　　my section of Etruscan

　　wall， my neighbor's

　　lemontrees， and， just below

　　the lower church，

　　the airplane factory.

　　A rooster

　　crows all day from mist

　　outside the walls.

　　There's milk on the air，

　　ice on the oily

　　lemonskins. How clean

　　the mind is，

　　holy grave. It is this girl

　　by Piero

　　della Francesca， unbuttoning

　　her blue dress，

　　her mantle of weather，

　　to go into

　　labor. Come， we can go in.

　　It is before

　　the birth of god. No one

　　has risen yet

　　to the museums， to the assembly

　　line——bodies

　　and wings——to the open air

　　market. This is

　　what the living do： go in.

　　It's a long way.

　　And the dress keeps opening

　　from eternity

　　to privacy， quickening.

　　Inside， at the heart，

　　is tragedy， the present moment

　　forever stillborn，

　　but going in， each breath

　　is a button

　　coming undone， something terribly

　　nimble-fingered

　　finding all of the stops.

　　簡單好記的英文詩篇3

　　San Francisco Night Windows

　　by Robert Penn Warren

　　So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet，

　　Our strict and desperate avatar，

　　Despite that antique westward gulls lament

　　Over enormous waters which retreat

　　Weary unto the white and sensual star.

　　Accept these images for what they are——

　　Out of the past a fragile element

　　Of substance into accident.

　　I would speak honestly and of a full heart;

　　I would speak surely for the tale is short，

　　And the soul's remorseless catalogue

　　Assumes its quick and piteous sum.

　　Think you， hungry is the city in the fog

　　Where now the darkened piles resume

　　Their framed and frozen prayer

　　Articulate and shafted in the stone

　　Against the void and absolute air.

　　If so the frantic breath could be forgiven，

　　And the deep blood subdued before it is gone

　　In a savage paternoster to the stone，

　　Then might we all be shriven.

　　簡單好記的英文詩篇4

　　To. . .

　　by Rene Char ***Translated by Susanne Dubroff***

　　You have been my love for so many years，

　　It makes me dizzy to think of so much hope，

　　And my dizziness won't be aged， or cooled;

　　Even by what waited for our death，

　　Or slowly learned how to fight us，

　　Even by what is foreign to us，

　　Or by my eclipses and my returns.

　　A boxwood shutter

　　Encloses our outrageous luck，

　　Our chain of mountains，

　　Our compressed splendor.

　　I say luck， my wounded one，

　　Each of us can receive

　　The mystery of the other

　　Without divulgingit;

　　Moreover our grief， which comes from elsewhere，

　　That grief， which destroys and renews us，

　　Will dissolve itself

　　In the flesh of our union，

　　Will finally find its orbit

　　In our cloudy center.

　　I say luck; it's how I feel.

　　You have lifted the mountain top

　　Which my hope will have to climb

　　When tomorrow disappears.

　　簡單好記的英文詩篇5

　　Today I Went Downby Breyten Breytenbach

　　today I went down on your body

　　while windows were thick white eyes

　　and hearkened the clogged cavities

　　in the small darkroom of your chest，

　　hedging an eternity over the aching voice

　　from your gorgeous throat，

　　agony and exaltation flow in one divide

　　if I may make so bold，

　　your thighs are a loveword your hair

　　night's glittering lining of secret disport：

　　I aimed for the innermost moon

　　and rent， moved by the syntax and the slow

　　of sadness and of joy， so

　　I love you， love you so

　　when the blinding comes，

　　the discomposure of silence，

　　it must be high up the hills

　　where hundreds of poor

　　stamp their feet in the dust， and drums

　　and woman voices like this ululating skyline

　　gag the final ecstasy