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  外國經典英文詩詞篇1

  Spring and All

  by William Carlos Williams

  By the road to the contagious hospital

  under the surge of the blue

  mottled clouds driven from the

  northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the

  waste of broad, muddy fields

  brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

  patches of standing water

  the scattering of tall trees

  All along the road the reddish

  purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy

  stuff of bushes and small trees

  with dead, brown leaves under them

  leafless vines-

  Lifeless in appearance, sluggish

  dazed spring approaches-

  They enter the new world naked,

  cold, uncertain of all

  save that they enter. All about them

  the cold, familiar wind-

  Now the grass, tomorrow

  the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

  One by one objects are defined-

  It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

  But now the stark dignity of

  entrance-Still, the profound change

  has come upon them: rooted, they

  grip down and begin to awaken

  外國經典英文詩詞篇2

  Sleet

  by Alan Shapiro

  What was it like before the doctor got there?

  Till then, we were in the back seat of the warm

  dark bubble of the old Buick. We were where

  we'd never not been, no matter where we were.

  And when the doctor got there?

  Everything outside was in a rage of wind and sleet,

  we were children, brothers, safe in the back seat,

  for once not fighting, just listening, watching the storm.

  Weren't you afraid that something bad might happen?

  Our father held the wheel with just two fingers

  even though the car skidded and fishtailed

  and the chains clanged raggedly over ice and asphalt.

  Weren't you afraid at all?

  Dad sang for someone to fly him to the moon,

  to let him play among the stars, while Mom

  held up the lighter to another Marlboro.

  But when the doctor started speaking. . .

  The tip of the Marlboro was a bright red star.

  Her lips pursed and she released a ring of Saturn,

  which dissolved as we caught at it, as my dad sang Mars.

  When you realized what the doctor was saying. . .

  They were closer to the storm in the front seat.

  The high beams, weak as steam against the walled swirling,

  only illuminated what we couldn't see.

  When he described it, the tumor in the brain and what it meant. . .

  See, we were children. Then we weren't. Or my brother wasn't.

  He was driving now, he gripped the steering wheel

  with both hands and stared hard at the panicked wipers.

  What did you feel?

  Just sleet, the slick road, the car going way too fast,

  no brother beside me in the back seat, no singing father,

  no mother, no ring of Saturn to catch at as it floats.

  外國經典英文詩詞篇3

  Slim Greer in Hellby Sterling A. Brown

  I

  Slim Greer went to heaven;

  St. Peter said, "Slim,

  You been a right good boy."

  An' he winked at him.

  "You been travelin' rascal

  In yo'day.

  You kin roam once mo';

  Den you come to stay.

  "Put dese wings on yo' shoulders,

  An' save yo' feet."

  Slim grin, and he speak up,

  "Thankye, Pete."

  Den Peter say, "Go

  To Hell an' see,

  All dat is doing, and

  Report to me.

  "Be sure to remember

  How everything go."

  Slim say, "I be seein' yuh

  On de late watch, bo."

  Slim got to cavortin'

  Swell as you choose,

  Like Lindy in de Spirit

  Of St. Louis Blues.

  He flew an' he flew,

  Till at last he hit

  A hangar wid de sign readin'

  DIS IS IT.

  Den he parked his wings,

  An' strolled aroun',

  Gittin' used to his feet

  On de solid ground.

  II

  Big bloodhound came aroarin'

  Like Niagry Falls,

  Sicked on by white devils

  In overhalls.

  Now Slim warn't scared

  Cross my heart, it's a fac',

  An de dog went on a bayin'

  Some po' devil's track.

  Den Slim saw a mansion

  An' walked right in;

  De Devil looked up

  Wid a sickly grin.

  "Suttingly didn't look

  Fo' you, Mr. Greer,

  How it happens you comes

  To visit here?"

  Slim say——"Oh, jes' thought

  I'd drop by a spell."

  "Feel at home, seh, an' here's

  De keys to hell."

  Den he took Slim around

  An' showed him people

  Rasin' hell as high as

  De first Church Steeple.

  Lots of folks fightin'

  At de roulette wheel,

  Like old Rampart Street,

  Or leastwise Beale.

  Showed him bawdy houses

  An' cabarets,

  Slim thought of New Orleans

  An' Memphis days.

  Each devil was busy

  Wid a devlish broad,

  An' Slim cried, "Lawdy,

  Lawd, Lawd, Lawd."

  Took him in a room

  Where Slim see

  De preacher wid a brownskin

  On each knee.

  Showed him giant stills,

  Going everywhere,

  Wid a passel of devils

  Stretched dead drunk there.

  Den he took him to de furnace

  Dat some devils was firing,

  Hot as Hell, an' Slim start

  A mean presspirin'.

  White devils with pitchforks

  Threw black devils on,

  Slim thought he'd better

  Be gittin' along.

  An' he says——"Dis makes

  Me think of home——

  Vicksburg, Little Rock, Jackson,

  Waco and Rome."

  Den de devil gave Slim

  De big Ha-Ha;

  An' turned into a cracker,

  Wid a sheriff's star.

  Slim ran fo' his wings,

  Lit out from de groun'

  Hauled it back to St. Peter,

  Safety boun'.

  III

  St. Peter said, "Well,

  You got back quick.

  How's de devil? An' what's

  His latest trick?"

  An' Slim Say, "Peter,

  I really cain't tell,

  The place was Dixie

  That I took for hell."

  Then Peter say, "you must

  Be crazy, I vow,

  Where'n hell dja think Hell was,

  Anyhow?

  "Git on back to de yearth,

  Cause I got de fear,

  You'se a leetle too dumb,

  Fo' to stay up here. . ."

  外國經典英文詩詞篇4

  Snow-Flakes

  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Out of the bosom of the Air,

  Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,

  Over the woodlands brown and bare,

  Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

  Silent, and soft, and slow

  Descends the snow.

  Even as our cloudy fancies take

  Suddenly shape in some divine expression,

  Even as the troubled heart doth make

  In the white countenance confession,

  The troubled sky reveals

  The grief it feels.

  This is the poem of the air,

  Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

  This is the secret of despair,

  Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,

  Now whispered and revealed

  To wood and field.