英文抒情詩歌

  英文詩歌大多形象生動,朗朗上口。其中修辭手法的運用不得不提。下面就是小編給大家整理的,希望大家喜歡。

  :First Words

  Phillip B. Williams

  A storm and so a gift.

  Its swift approach

  lifts gravel from the road.

  A fence is flattened in

  the course of the storm's

  worse attempt at language --

  thunder's umbrage. A tree

  is torn apart,

  blown upward through a bedroom

  window. A boy winnows

  through the pile

  of shards for the sharpest parts

  from the blown-apart

  glass. He has

  a bag that holds found edges

  jagged as a stag's

  horns or smooth as

  a single pane smashed into

  smaller panes that he sticks

  his hand inside

  to make blood web across

  his acheless skin flexing

  like fish gills

  O-lipped for a scream

  they cannot make.

  He wants to feel

  what his friends have felt,

  the slant of fear on their faces

  he could never

  recreate, his body born

  without pain. When his skin's

  pouting welts

  don't rake a whimper

  from his mouth, he runs

  outside, arms up

  for the storm, aluminum

  baseball bat held out

  to the sky

  until lightning, with an electric

  tongue, makes his viscera

  luminescent;

  the boy's first word for pain

  is the light's

  new word for home.

  :Spéculation Hasardeuse

  Arthur Vogelsang

  No one was learning French fast.

  I was learning French too slowly and

  Some were learning at an average speed.

  We had to learn it fast. There was a great plane

  Coming for us and we had to know French

  When we got on it or else.

  Later we found out there was no or else.

  We boarded the plane knowing an amount of French.

  Enough that the others covered for me.

  That was easy, I never spoke French,

  I never spoke. Far up over Earth and France

  Where we floated which of course was fun

  In the great plane, in the great swift plane as I have said,

  That high, the French spoke to us in French,

  Numbers, "millième des soixante," and other manifold numbers

  For hours -- division and multiplication are the hairiest,

  The epitome of difficult, for a non-native speaker.

  According to my character I did something else,

  No counting, no speaking French. I was there

  To float and study and be studied and do unmentionables

  So I forgot about learning French fast and I forgot about

  Their or else, I said to myself I think I am their or else.

  I was not. In such a risky venture or spéculation hasardeuse

  I think it was decided to include somebody not fast and not smart

  Like a slow horse that keeps a posse at its safe pace, unambushed.

  The endless arguments about this had been in French and English,

  Back and forth endlessly they had gone at it,

  So we began by trying to learn French fast.

  :Down Unwin's Track

  Alison Brackenbury

  And the rain stopped. And the sky spun

  past the hills' flush of winter corn.

  The mare strode out as though still young.

  You walked. I almost said, last year

  I saw a hare run with her young

  just past the broken wall, just here.

  Two flew in circles. First, one rose

  upon its great back legs. It boxed

  at air. The second flinched, then rose.

  England has blackbirds, mice. To find

  these strong black shapes makes the heart race

  as barley under icy wind.

  Boxing is courtship, failed. One broke,

  tore past us to the rough safe hedge.

  She crossed the sun. Her colours woke,

  ears black, back russet, earth new-laid.

  Her legs stretched straight. The late showers made

  bright water fly from every blade.