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.