關於適合朗讀的英文詩歌

　　隨著英語教學對英語文化滲透和文化交際能力的強調,英語詩歌已成為高校大學英語選修課程和專業必修課程,行之有效的英語詩歌教學法也成了諸多教者探討的熱門話題。小編精心收集了，供大家欣賞學習!

　　篇1

　　The Unexpected

　　Thomas McCarthy

　　Early April suddenly ablaze and unexpected pear blossom

　　As rampant as de Chardin's sudden forms of life, as

　　Delicate as the lacquer-work left over from a raid

　　Of winter that scattered so many things since autumn -

　　You could hardly fathom what April brought in on the breeze,

　　What organic matter-of-fact things, what an impolite cascade

　　Of broken crockery in pink and green. It’s like that election

　　Heard in the distance, beyond the fat privet hedge,

　　An election that has set the traffic lights on edge

　　And caused this collision of ideas. From our quiet section

　　I can hear anxieties rolling in. But are these not the same as last

　　Time? Is she not the same? And he, is he not like a gardener

　　Gone berserk, flat cap askew, trying to make regular

　　What swarms; life itself, that is, now swarming on the grass?

　　篇2

　　當時光已逝

　　When Day Is Done

　　當時光已逝

　　If the day is done ,

　　假如時光已逝，

　　If birds sing no more .

　　鳥兒不再歌唱，

　　If the wind has fiagged tired ,

　　風兒也吹倦了，

　　Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me ,

　　那就用黑暗的厚幕把我蓋上，

　　Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed ,

　　如同黃昏時節你用睡眠的衾被裹住大地，

　　The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.

　　又輕輕合上睡蓮的花瓣。

　　From the traverer,

　　路途未完，行囊已空,

　　Whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended ,

　　衣裳破裂汙損，人已精疲力竭。

　　Whose garment is torn and dust-laden ,

　　你驅散了旅客的羞愧和困窘，

　　Whose strength is exhausted,remove shame and poverty ,

　　使他在你仁慈的夜幕下，

　　And renew his life like a flower under

　　如花朵般煥發生機。

　　The cover of thy kindly night .

　　在你慈愛的夜幕下甦醒。

　　篇3

　　Otherhood

　　D. A. Powell

　　I spent a long time preparing to be an other.

　　Evening classes at the church in the basement

　　with my partner ***he wanted to be an other too***

　　panting on the floor. Breathe. Breathe.

　　We didn't fit in with the other others.

　　But we wanted to be others so we did

　　what the other experts told us. You'll be good

　　as others. Trust your natural othering instinct.

　　My other instinct was to flee. Somehow

　　I managed to be a good other, a model

　　other the others could point at and say

　　that's what an other should do. That's how

　　an other should be. I helped other others

　　other along the way. A kind of other support.

　　But I was never cut out to be an other.

　　That's the thing. I do not think other

　　well. Some others are just good at it.

　　Other others, like me, should just leave

　　it to others, and let the others take charge.

　　Who do I look like anyway. Your other.

　　篇4

　　Invitation

　　Midge Goldberg

　　You know the sort -- the postcard that gets stuck

　　between the ads for siding and the plea

　　for missing children, that you usually

　　toss out, another scrap for the garbage truck.

　　But, to your own surprise, one day you pluck

　　the yellow flyer out and go, and he

　　and you first meet, which just as easily

　　might not have happened, a simple case of luck:

　　enough to send you screaming to the skies

　　about the crazy vagaries of it all,

　　everything resting on a thing so small,

　　the million chances you don't recognize,

　　much less take, and then, the one you took --

　　the random blessedness of that one look.

　　篇5

　　Baby-sitting

　　Gillian Clarke

　　I am sitting in a strange room listening

　　For the wrong baby. I don't love

　　This baby. She is sleeping a snuffly

　　Roseate, bubbling sleep; she is fair;

　　She is a perfectly acceptable child.

　　I am afraid of her. If she wakes

　　She will hate me. She will shout

　　Her hot midnight rage, her nose

　　Will stream disgustingly and the perfume

　　Of her breath will fail to enchant me.

　　To her I will represent absolute

　　Abandonment. For her it will be worse

　　Than for the lover cold in lonely

　　Sheets; worse than for the woman who waits

　　A moment to collect her dignity

　　Beside the bleached bone in the terminal ward.

　　As she rises sobbing from the monstrous land

　　Stretching for milk-familiar comforting,

　　She will find me and between us two

　　It will not come. It will not come.