關於有趣的英文詩歌欣賞

  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。小編整理了關於有趣的英文詩歌,歡迎閱讀!

  關於有趣的英文詩歌篇一

  Next Door

  by Joan Selinger Sidney

  Oaks drag alongside the road,

  weighted by yesterday‘s snow.

  There‘s Frauka walking alone,

  the hood of her parka

  snow-lit against the trees.

  I pull over. How is he? But before

  I can answer, I see them last

  summer: Frauka, and Father

  leaning on Mother, wanting to believe

  her will can make him well.

  Sitting on the lawn,

  pretending to read, I am unable

  to tell them, My legs won‘t walk.

  Go on without me.

  Eleven years I‘ve protected them—

  Holocaust survivors—by not naming

  my disease. Wishing them dead

  before they‘d see me in a wheelchair.

  Frauka whispers, My younger brother

  died one day before your father.

  Tears rim her eyes, her slim

  body shivers in the wind.

  For a moment we are closer

  in our sorrow than we‘ve ever been

  關於有趣的英文詩歌篇二

  Next Day

  by Randall Jarrell

  Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All,

  I take a box

  And add it to my wild rice, my Cornish game hens.

  The slacked or shorted, basketed, identical

  Food-gathering flocks

  Are selves I overlook. Wisdom, said William James,

  Is learning what to overlook. And I am wise

  If that is wisdom.

  Yet somehow, as I buy All from these shelves

  And the boy takes it to my station wagon,

  What I've become

  Troubles me even if I shut my eyes.

  When I was young and miserable and pretty

  And poor, I'd wish

  What all girls wish: to have a husband,

  A house and children. Now that I'm old, my wish

  Is womanish:

  That the boy putting groceries in my car

  See me. It bewilders me he doesn't see me.

  For so many years

  I was good enough to eat: the world looked at me

  And its mouth watered. How often they have undressed me,

  The eyes of strangers!

  And, holding their flesh within my flesh, their vile

  Imaginings within my imagining,

  I too have taken

  The chance of life. Now the boy pats my dog

  And we start home. Now I am good.

  The last mistaken,

  Ecstatic, accidental bliss, the blind

  Happiness that, bursting, leaves upon the palm

  Some soap and water——

  It was so long ago, back in some Gay

  Twenties, Nineties, I don't know . . . Today I miss

  My lovely daughter

  Away at school, my sons away at school,

  My husband away at work——I wish for them.

  The dog, the maid,

  And I go through the sure unvarying days

  At home in them. As I look at my life,

  I am afraid

  Only that it will change, as I am changing:

  I am afraid, this morning, of my face.

  It looks at me

  From the rear-view mirror, with the eyes I hate,

  The smile I hate. Its plain, lined look

  Of gray discovery

  Repeats to me: "You're old." That's all, I'm old.

  And yet I'm afraid, as I was at the funeral

  I went to yesterday.

  My friend's cold made-up face, granite among its flowers,

  Her undressed, operated-on, dressed body

  Were my face and body.

  As I think of her I hear her telling me

  How young I seem; I am exceptional;

  I think of all I have.

  But really no one is exceptional,

  No one has anything, I'm anybody,

  I stand beside my grave

  Confused with my life, that is commonplace and solitary.

  關於有趣的英文詩歌篇三

  Niggerlips

  by Martín Espada

  Niggerlips was the high school name for me.

  So called by Douglas

  the car mechanic, with green tattoos

  on each forearm,

  and the choir of round pink faces

  that grinned deliciously

  from the back row of classrooms,

  droned over by teachers

  checking attendance too slowly.

  Douglas would brag

  about cruising his car

  near sidewalks of black children

  to point an unloaded gun,

  to scare niggers

  like crows off a tree,

  he'd say.

  My great-grandfather Luis

  was un negrito too,

  a shoemaker in the coffee hills

  of Puerto Rico, 1900.

  The family called him a secret

  and kept no photograph.

  My father remembers

  the childhood white powder

  that failed to bleach

  his stubborn copper skin,

  and the family says

  he is still a fly in milk.

  So Niggerlips has the mouth

  of his great-grandfather,

  the song he must have sung

  as he pounded the leather and nails,

  the heat that courses through copper,

  the stubbornness of a fly in milk,

  and all you have, Douglas,

  is that unloaded gun.

  關於有趣的英文詩歌篇四

  One Petition Lofted into the Ginkos

  by Gabriel Gudding

  For the train-wrecked, the puck-struck,the viciously punched,

  he pole-vaulter whose pole snapped in ascent.

  For his asphalt-face,his capped-off scream,

  God bless his dad in the stands.

  For the living dog in the median

  car-struck and shuddering on crumpled haunches,

  eyes large as plates, seeing nothing, but looking,looking.

  For the blessed pigeon who threw himself from the cliff

  after plucking out his feathers just to taste a failing death.

  For the poisoned, scalded, and gassed, the bayoneted,

  the bit and blind-sided,asthmatic veteran who just before his first date in years

  and years swallowed his own glass eye.

  For these and all and all the drunk,

  Imagine a handful of quarters chucked up at sunset,

  lofted into the ginkgos and there,at apogee,

  while the whole ringing wad pauses, pink-lit,

  about to seed the penny-colored earth with an hour's wages

  As shining, ringing, brief, and cheap as a prayer should be

  Imagine it all falling into some dark machine brimming with nurses,

  nutrices ex machina and they blustering out with juices and gauze,

  peaches and brushes,to patch such dents and wounds.