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学习啦在线学习网 英语诗歌是英国文学的精粹,更是世界文学的瑰宝,集中体现了诗歌形式美与非形式美的高度统一并传递了诗歌的美学价值,给人以音乐美、视觉美、意象美。本文是关于英语诗歌，希望对大家有帮助!
关于英语诗歌：Road Trip
学习啦在线学习网 Road Trip
学习啦在线学习网 Davis McCombs
Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks,
over cotton, corn and stubble,
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and the burned field where a windmill
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学习啦在线学习网 a hurried sweep of shadow, a sleek chromatic
gleam the cold sun follows
with its blue-orange dot of concentration.
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a creature from the mind’s culvert,
an animal concocted out of barbed-wire ribs
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through which our small wake passes like a shiver.
关于英语诗歌：The Names of the Trees
Laura Kasischke
I passed this place once long ago
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daughters, peacefully, it seemed. Those
daughters took turns washing
dishes, doing laundry. Frothy pearls and
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socks, warm towels, folded, clean, in
closets, drawers, and baskets, and
on shelves. To me
this was astonishing. The laundry
done by daughters! No
mother in the house at all. A weeping
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yard, but it was not a symbol then.
It could not have been
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I knew the name of yet -- unless it was a tree
that bore familiar fruit. Like
an apple tree, a mulberry. This
willow's branches did not seem to be
branches at all to me, but
ribbons dangling loosely, tangling
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was inaudible to me. (Was
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of the daughters was only
a year ahead of me, and she
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she wanted to play house with me. When
I confessed I wasn't sure what playing
house might mean, this girl
said she would teach me.
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I was the family dog. She
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while on my hands and knees. We
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That there was laughter!
A blue tablecloth.
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like hands, which, put
together, appeared to pray. When
I was thirsty, another daughter poured
a cup of water for me, pouring
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seemed to me that she
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from the first tap. When, out
of curiosity, I went
into their bathroom and pretended to pee
I witnessed toilet paper printed with
forget-me-nots, along with a little dish
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关于英语诗歌：Famous Negro Athletes
Famous Negro Athletes
学习啦在线学习网 Adrian Matejka
学习啦在线学习网 after Jean-Michel Basquiat
学习啦在线学习网 We are all famous Sunday mornings at the Y.
学习啦在线学习网 That magnificent & rattled-rim space of big·timing
Sundays. Gym bag hung over the shoulder
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then the other if you can kind of days. Ball shoes
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For real, on Sundays, we're sweating in quintuplicate
like a grinning team portrait. Knees swollen as roundly
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straight up & down of would-be ballers orbiting the ball
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关于英语诗歌：The Trespass Fetches Herself for Sacrifice
HeidiLynn Nilsson
We are not surprised,
those of us who are made,
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that our God, who has
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is a jealous God.
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is impeccability but
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also Godlike, and if that's
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then light with light, loss with loss,
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he longs for -- and who
will let him? Lord I'm
desolate enough --
I see the fire
starving on a switch
after all of those years
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myself into a forest.
关于英语诗歌：Honeymoon
学习啦在线学习网 Dorianne Laux
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We'd imagined one, long nights beneath
a warm celestial sky; him growing his beard,
me in a silk turquoise robe, floating, billowing,
on a deserted beach foraging for whole sand dollars,
jelly fish washed up on the shore, their glittering insides
visible, still pulsing through flesh made of glass,
but it never happened. We had to work through
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to cut down the cedar that threatened to bury us
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for the wedding, or lack of one, the granite
courthouse steps, the small room with a desk,
the flimsy document stamped with a cheap gold seal.
Even then we meant to have a party on the deck,
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grape cider in plastic cups, our friends on the lawn
calling you the Big Kahuna, me Mrs. Dynamite,
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your little Red Corvette. Instead, time found a way
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you turned to me and said, I'm going to take you to Paris,
me in my ratty robe and floppy slippers, you
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and saying it again. Then we were there,
in our 60s, standing below the dire Eiffel Tower,
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taking my picture for posterity, me
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saying, I guess you weren't kidding, you
taking my hand in the rain.
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