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 英語詩歌因其節奏、思想意義及藝術價值,在英語教學中占有壹席之地。我整理了有關經典的英文詩句,歡迎閱讀!

有關經典的英文詩句篇壹

 Survivor

 by Vijay Seshadri

 We hold it against you that you survived.

 People better than you are dead,

 but you still punch the clock.

 Your body has wizened but has not bled

 its substance out on the killing floor

 or flatlined in intensive care

 or vanished after school

 or stepped off the ledge in despair.

 Of all those you started with,

 only you are still around;

 only you have not been listed with

 the defeated and the drowned.

 So how could you ever win our respect

 you, who had the sense to duck,

 you, with your strength almost intact

 and all your good luck.

有關經典的英文詩句篇二

 Syrinx

 by Amy Clampitt

 Like the foghorn that's all lung,

 the wind chime that's all percussion,

 like the wind itself, that's merely air

 in a terrible fret, without so much

 as a finger to articulate

 what ails it, the aeolian

 syrinx, that reed

 in the throat of a bird,

 when it comes to the shaping of

 what we call consonants, is

 too imprecise for consensus

 about what it even seems to

 be saying: is it o-ka-lee

 or con-ka-ree, is it really jug jug,

 is it cuckoo for that matter

 much less whether a bird's call

 means anything in

 particular, or at all.

 Syntax comes last, there can be

 no doubt of it: came last,

 can be thought of (is

 thought of by some) as a

 higher form of expression:

 is, in extremity, first to

 be jettisoned: as the diva

 onstage, all soaring

 pectoral breathwork,

 takes off, pure vowel

 breaking free of the dry,

 the merely fricative

 husk of the particular, rises

 past saying anything, any

 more than the wind in

 the trees, waves breaking,

 or Homer's gibbering

 Thespesiae iache:

 those last-chance vestiges

 above the threshold, the all-

 but dispossessed of breath.

有關經典的英文詩句篇三

 Sweat

 by Sandra Alcosser

 Friday night I entered a dark corridor

 rode to the upper floors with men who filled

 the stainless elevator with their smell.

 Did you ever make a crystal garden, pour salt

 into water, keep pouring until nothing more dissolved?

 A landscape will bloom in that saturation.

 My daddy's body shop floats to the surface

 like a submarine. Men with nibblers and tin snips

 buffing skins, sanding curves under clamp lights.

 I grew up curled in the window of a 300 SL

 Gullwing, while men glided on their backs

 through oily rainbows below me.

 They torqued lugnuts, flipped fag ends

 into gravel. Our torch song

 had one refrain?oh the pain of loving you.

 Friday nights they'd line the shop sink, naked

 to the waist, scour down with Ajax, spray water

 across their necks and up into their armpits.

 Babies have been conceived on sweat alone?

 the buttery scent of a woman's breast,

 the cumin of a man. From the briny odor

 of black lunch boxes?cold cuts, pickles,

 waxed paper?my girl flesh grows.

 From the raunchy fume of strangers.

有關經典的英文詩句篇四

 Queen Maeve

 by Eloise Bruce

 Dreaming within these walls all night,

 we woke with both eyes open,

 barely winking at the morning light.

 We shower and sing with the long-legged fly.

 Queen Maeve keeps time in the attic,

 and the pig-keepers roar in the toy box below stairs.

 Turn out the lamp whose fringe rhymes with orange.

 Our words wait in sun-melted butter.

 We'll eat our troubles with bubbling metaphor,

 punctuate the teapot with boiling time,

 hang the wash out on the line.

 Today, we'll scrub and paint the walls

 using colors we don't yet recognize.

 The key in the door shines.

 Come in. The poem is just here. Come inside.

有關經典的英文詩句篇五

 Question

 by May Swenson

 Body my house

 my horse my hound

 what will I do

 when you are fallen

 Where will I sleep

 How will I ride

 What will I hunt

 Where can I go

 without my mount

 all eager and quick

 How will I know

 in thicket ahead

 is danger or treasure

 when Body my good

 bright dog is dead

 How will it be

 to lie in the sky

 without roof or door

 and wind for an eye

 With cloud for shift

 how will I hide?