关于好的优秀英文诗歌
关于好的优秀英文诗歌
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关于好的优秀英文诗歌篇1
The Wooden Trap
by Kevin Cantwell
The held cry of a hawk makes Thomas Hardy think
to make her believe it's a newborn's cry she hears.
学习啦在线学习网 Milk wets through her blouse. The other women know
at once. That's chapter one. How it starts
学习啦在线学习网 to grow while above his head the cumuli
accumulate. The August fields waver beyond
the privet hedge. He's given up the novel
学习啦在线学习网 for poetry. The women look at each other.
学习啦在线学习网 One counts out change on a plank counter.
That's that she says. Then exposition's drift
to flashback： How a horseshoe loosens;
how when leading the horse the master returns.
Not angry， only to get it done right.
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学习啦在线学习网 with him while the afternoon rain comes down
so hard they are nearly soaked anyway.
The editorial omniscient bites his tongue.
学习啦在线学习网 Innocent as it goes. The scent of windfall
rises up through the apple tree from the ground.
Some of the leaves bronze even now. There's no
学习啦在线学习网 turning back but that's getting ahead of ourselves.
There's Hardy. Shoes a disgrace. Canvas gaiters
undone and one foot on top of the ladder
where it narrows at the highest rung， the worn wood
twice the width of a stirrup， and one foot
in the crotch of a limb. He has it all
worked out. She's in another country where rumor's made
a place for her. Where's the little one?
they ask， but she presses past them into the lane，
It serves her right but no one says it
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学习啦在线学习网 cloud of foliage. And then another. He cuts it back
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学习啦在线学习网 it's ill-advised so late in the season.
She finds a place for herself as a domestic
until the governor says a girl's come back.
学习啦在线学习网 They'll have to let her go. It's dusk. The clouds
学习啦在线学习网 go pink to shell. He folds the little saw.
学习啦在线学习网 The ladder widens to its base， A trick of perspective
also that lures the gopher into the wooden box
he's set in its tunnel， the hole which looks
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her every turn， and block her escape
with a garden fork plunged into the lyric dark.
关于好的优秀英文诗歌篇2
The Women Who Clean Fish
by Erica Funkhouser
The women who clean fish are all named Rose
or Grace. They wake up close to the water，
学习啦在线学习网 damp and dreamy beneath white sheets，
thinking of white beaches.
It is always humid where they work.
学习啦在线学习网 Under plastic aprons， their breasts
foam and bubble. They wear old clothes
学习啦在线学习网 because the smell will never go.
On the floor， chlorine.
On the window， dry streams left by gulls.
学习啦在线学习网 When tourists come to watch them
working over belts of cod and hake，
they don't look up.
They stand above the gutter. When the belt starts
they pack the bodies in， ten per box，
学习啦在线学习网 their tales crisscrossed as if in sacrament.
学习啦在线学习网 The dead fish fall compliantly.
学习啦在线学习网 It is the iridescent scales that stick，
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lighting up hours later in a dark room.
学习啦在线学习网 The packers say they feel orange spawn
between their fingers， the smell of themselves
more like salt than peach.
关于好的优秀英文诗歌篇3
The Woodspurge
学习啦在线学习网 by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The wind flapped loose， the wind was still，
学习啦在线学习网 Shaken out dead from tree and hill：
I had walked on at the wind's will，
I sat now， for the wind was still.
学习啦在线学习网 Between my knees my forehead was，
My lips， drawn in， said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass，
学习啦在线学习网 My naked ears heard the day pass.
学习啦在线学习网 My eyes， wide open， had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few， out of the sun，
学习啦在线学习网 The woodspurge flowered， three cups in one.
学习啦在线学习网 From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory：
One thing then learnt remains to me，
学习啦在线学习网 The woodspurge has a cup of three.
关于好的优秀英文诗歌篇4
The World
by George Herbert
学习啦在线学习网 Love built a stately house， where Fortune came，
And spinning fancies， she was heard to say
学习啦在线学习网 That her fine cobwebs did support the frame，
学习啦在线学习网 Whereas they were supported by the same;
But Wisdom quickly swept them all away.
学习啦在线学习网 The Pleasure came， who， liking not the fashion，
Began to make balconies， terraces，
Till she had weakened all by alteration;
But reverend laws， and many a proclomation
Reforméd all at length with menaces.
Then entered Sin， and with that sycamore
学习啦在线学习网 Whose leaves first sheltered man from drought and dew，
Working and winding slily evermore，
The inward walls and summers cleft and tore;
But Grace shored these， and cut that as it grew.
学习啦在线学习网 Then Sin combined with death in a firm band，
To raze the building to the very floor;
Which they effected，——none could them withstand;
学习啦在线学习网 But Love and Grace took Glory by the hand，
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关于好的优秀英文诗歌篇5
The Writer
by Richard Wilbur
In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks， and the windows are tossed with linden，
学习啦在线学习网 My daughter is writing a story.
I pause in the stairwell， hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
学习啦在线学习网 Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.
学习啦在线学习网 Young as she is， the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo， and some of it heavy：
学习啦在线学习网 I wish her a lucky passage.
But now it is she who pauses，
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens， in which
The whole house seems to be thinking，
学习啦在线学习网 And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes， and again is silent.
I remember the dazed starling
学习啦在线学习网 Which was trapped in that very room， two years ago;
How we stole in， lifted a sash
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And how for a helpless hour， through the crack of the door，
We watched the sleek， wild， dark
学习啦在线学习网 And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance， drop like a glove
To the hard floor， or the desk-top，
And wait then， humped and bloody，
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
学习啦在线学习网 Rose when， suddenly sure，
It lifted off from a chair-back，
Beating a smooth course for the right window
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It is always a matter， my darling，
Of life or death， as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before， but harder.
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