優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句精選
優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句精選
英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌是英美文學(xué)中的珍寶。在英美文學(xué)中,尤其是早期作品中,如史詩(shī)及戲劇都是以詩(shī)歌的形式出現(xiàn)。欣賞英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌是英語(yǔ)學(xué)習(xí)的重要部分。小編精心收集了優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句，供大家欣賞學(xué)習(xí)!
優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句篇1
Madam and Her Madam
by Langston Hughes
I worked for a woman，
She wasn't mean
But she had a twelve-room
House to clean.
Had to get breakfast，
Dinner， and supper， too
Then take care of her children
When I got through.
Wash， iron， and scrub，
Walk the dog around
It was too much，
Nearly broke me down.
I said， Madam，
Can it be
You trying to make a
Pack-horse out of me?
She opened her mouth.
She cried， Oh， no!
You know， Alberta，
I love you so!
I said， Madam，
That may be true
But I'll be dogged
If I love you!
優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句篇2
Madrigal
by Mary Leader
How the tenor warbles in April!
He thrushes， he nightingales， 0 he's a lark.
He cuts the cinquefoil air into snippets
With his love's scissors in the shape of a stork.
Hear the alto's glissando， October.
She drapes blue air on her love's shoulders，
On his velvet jerkin the color of crows.
Her cape of felt & old pearls enfolds her.
How the baritone roots out in May!
His depths reach even the silence inside
The worms moving level， the worms moving up，
The pike plunging under the noisy tide.
Hear the soprano's vibrato， November，
Water surface trembles， cold in the troughs.
She transforms blowing hedges into fences，
She transforms scarlet leaves into moths
優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句篇3
maggie and milly and molly and may
by E. E. Cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles，and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles：and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句篇4
Majung Village
by Ko Un
Over the steep， panting hills where
I rest my heart.
I like the simple homeliness
of the bitch and her puppies.
For how many centuries have
such homely sights been dear to us?
The stern old nettle tree standing by the village gate
gathers sweeping winds.
That's not all.
Beyond the village
the well never dries.
What a wonder it is，
the well's not a dipperful lower.
Children throw stones.
On the other side of the hills
pheasants flutter away， frightened for no reason.
The snow's not gone yet.
An old man， arms akimbo， runs into an eddy of wind
優(yōu)美感人的英文詩(shī)句篇5
Making a Fist
by Naomi Shihab Nye
For the first time， on the road north of Tampico，
I felt the life sliding out of me，
a drum in the desert， harder and harder to hear.
I was seven， I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered，
"When you can no longer make a fist."
Years later I smile to think of that journey，
the borders we must cross separately，
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die， who am still living，
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions，
clenching and opening one small hand
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