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  關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇1

  Ode to the Air Traffic Controller

  by Joshua Beckman

  Melbourne, Perth, Darwin, Townsville,

  Belém, Durban, Lima, Xai-Xai planes

  with wingspans big as high schools

  eight hundred nine hundred tons a piece

  gone like pollen, cumulus cirrus

  altostratus nimbostratus people getting skinny

  just trying to lose weight and the sky

  the biggest thing anyone ever thought of

  Acceptance, Vancouver, Tehran, Maui

  school children balloons light blue nothing

  one goes away not forever, in fact

  most people, at least if you are flying

  Delta, come down in Salt Lake City

  Fairbanks, Kobe, Aukland, Anchorage

  from Cleveland a hundred Hawaii-bound Germans

  are coming in low, not to say too low

  just low pull up Amsterdam pull up Miami

  historically a very high-strung bunch

  smokers eaters tiny planes must circle

  we have bigger problems on our hands

  New York, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Paris

  the boy who has been ignoring dinner

  throws thirteen paper planes out the window

  does it look like this? Tashkent, Nome, Rio,

  Hobart, yes yes it looks just like that

  now do your homework Capetown Capetown

  lots of rain good on one good on two

  go three go four go five go six

  Mau, Brak, Zella, Ghat, an African parade

  good on two good on three

  please speak English please speak English

  good on five good on six gentlemen:

  the world will let us down many times

  but it will never run out of coffee

  hooray! for Lagos, Accra, Freetown, Dakar

  your son is on the telephone the Germans

  landed safely Seattle off to Istanbul

  tiny planes please circle oh tiny planes

  do please please circle

  關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇2

  Piazza Gimma

  by Fabio Mórabito

  Translated by Geoff Hargreaves

  I spy on the building

  closest to hand

  a movement that begins

  out on its balconies

  as the day's routine,

  the early tasks of morning

  with their stock and styleless gestures,

  flowers again.

  I fall in love at this one hour

  when people most repeat themselves,

  least connected to their inner lives

  and packed with habits laid down long ago.

  There's a woman I observe who

  constantly appears in bathrobe,

  on floor eight, with coffee cup,

  matronly blonde, in love with life

  casting glances at her wider world while taking

  two quick sips or three,

  and then with an erotic shake

  loosens up the sugared lees, to reach

  the best of sips, the last, the sweetest. . .

  all before quite waking up.

  Before you quite wake up,

  blonde of the morning, hold fast

  to ritual tasting, self-communion.

  Off from your balcony,

  at last emerged from sleep,

  slip inside your home, by now yourself,

  make gestures of your own,

  not those somebody has bequeathed to you

  關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇3

  Pickle Belt

  by Theodore Roethke

  The fruit rolled by all day.

  They prayed the cogs would creep;

  They thought about Saturday pay,And Sunday sleep.

  Whatever he smelled was good:

  The fruit and flesh smells mixed.

  There beside him she stood,——

  And he, perplexed;

  He, in his shrunken britches,

  Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,

  Prickling with all the itches Of sixteen-year-old lust

  關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇4

  Panther

  by Ned O'Gorman

  When the panther came

  no belfrey rang alarums,

  no cleric spat his tea.

  When the panther came

  the sky and lawn were still.

  The panter came

  through forest,

  through field,

  up to the wall

  and my one blossoming cherry tree.

  I had constructed

  the world as it was

  and had pared the body

  from the customs of languor.

  It pressed its nose against the pane and its gears

  ground me away into ribbons

  of dissonance.

  It turned and sauntered

  into the shadows. Its

  paw marks on the earth

  like cherries too ripe in a white bowl.

  關於最經典的英文詩朗誦篇5

  Odysseus to Telemachus

  by Joseph Brodsky

  My dear Telemachus,

  The Trojan War is over now;

  I don't recall who won it.

  The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leave

  so many dead so far from their own homeland.

  But still, my homeward way has proved too long.

  While we were wasting time there, old Poseidon,

  it almost seems, stretched and extended space.

  I don't know where I am or what this place

  can be. It would appear some filthy island,

  with bushes, buildings, and great grunting pigs.

  A garden choked with weeds; some queen or other.

  Grass and huge stones . . . Telemachus, my son!

  To a wanderer the faces of all islands

  resemble one another. And the mind

  trips, numbering waves; eyes, sore from sea horizons,

  run; and the flesh of water stuffs the ears.

  I can't remember how the war came out;

  even how old you are——I can't remember.

  Grow up, then, my Telemachus, grow strong.

  Only the gods know if we'll see each other

  again. You've long since ceased to be that babe

  before whom I reined in the plowing bullocks.

  Had it not been for Palamedes' trick

  we two would still be living in one household.

  But maybe he was right; away from me

  you are quite safe from all Oedipal passions,

  and your dreams, my Telemachus, are blameless.