关于经典优美的英文诗歌欣赏
诗歌是一种典型的文学形式,它既属于文学,又是一种艺术。古今中外,对于诗歌的研究从未间断,我们在研究的过程中发现诗歌的美,同时又在前人研究的基础上创造出更好的诗歌作品。小编精心收集了关于经典优美的英文诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!
关于经典优美的英文诗歌篇1
学习啦在线学习网 The Poem as Mask
学习啦在线学习网 by Muriel Rukeyser
When I wrote of the women in their dances and wildness， it was a mask，
on their mountain， gold-hunting， singing， in orgy，
学习啦在线学习网 it was a mask; when I wrote of the god，
学习啦在线学习网 fragmented， exiled from himself， his life， the love gone down with song，
it was myself， split open， unable to speak， in exile from myself.
There is no mountain， there is no god， there is memory
of my torn life， myself split open in sleep， the rescued child
学习啦在线学习网 beside me among the doctors， and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.
No more masks! No more mythologies!
Now， for the first time， the god lifts his hand，
学习啦在线学习网 the fragments join in me with their own music.
关于经典优美的英文诗歌篇2
The Poet of Bray
学习啦在线学习网 by John Heath-Stubbs
Back in the dear old thirties' days
When politics was passion
A harmless left-wing bard was I
And so I grew in fashion：
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学习啦在线学习网 The Party of the Masses
I was most awfully chummy with
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This is the course I'll always steer
学习啦在线学习网 Until the stars grow dim， sir——
That howsoever taste may veer
学习啦在线学习网 I'll be in the swim， sir.
But as the tide of war swept on
学习啦在线学习网 I turned Apocalyptic：
With symbol， myth and archetype
My verse grew crammed and cryptic：
学习啦在线学习网 With New Romantic zeal I swore
That Auden was a fake， sir，
And found the mind of Nicky Moore
学习啦在线学习网 More int'resting than Blake， sir.
White Horsemen down New Roads had run
学习啦在线学习网 But taste required improvement：
学习啦在线学习网 I turned to greet the rising sun
And so I joined the Movement!
学习啦在线学习网 Glittering and ambiguous
学习啦在线学习网 In villanelles I sported：
学习啦在线学习网 With Dr. Leavis I concurred，
And when he sneezed I snorted.
But seeing that even John Wax might wane
I left that one-way street， sir;
学习啦在线学习网 I modified my style again，
And now I am a Beat， sir：
学习啦在线学习网 So very beat， my soul is beat
Into a formless jelly：
I set my verses now to jazz
And read them on the telly.
Perpetual non-conformist I——
And that's the way I'm staying——
学习啦在线学习网 The angriest young man alive
(Although my hair is greying)
And in my rage I'll not relent——
No， not one single minute——
Against the base Establishment
(Until， of course， I'm in it)。
This is the course I'll always steer
学习啦在线学习网 Until the stars grow dim， sir——
That howsoever taste may veer
学习啦在线学习网 I'll be in the swim， sir.
关于经典优美的英文诗歌篇3
学习啦在线学习网 The Pomegranateby Eavan Boland
The only legend I have ever loved is
学习啦在线学习网 the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
学习啦在线学习网 I can enter it anywhere. And have.
As a child in exile in
学习啦在线学习网 a city of fogs and strange consonants，
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld， the stars blighted. Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
学习啦在线学习网 to make any bargain to keep her.
学习啦在线学习网 I carried her back past whitebeams
and wasps and honey-scented buddleias.
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学习啦在线学习网 winter was in store for every leaf
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学习啦在线学习网 Was inescapable for each one we passed.
学习啦在线学习网 And for me.
It is winter
and the stars are hidden.
I climb the stairs and stand where I can see
my child asleep beside her teen magazines，
her can of Coke， her plate of uncut fruit.
学习啦在线学习网 The pomegranate! How did I forget it?
学习啦在线学习网 She could have come home and been safe
and ended the story and all
学习啦在线学习网 our heart-broken searching but she reached
学习啦在线学习网 out a hand and plucked a pomegranate.
She put out her hand and pulled down
the French sound for apple and
学习啦在线学习网 the noise of stone and the proof
that even in the place of death，
学习啦在线学习网 at the heart of legend， in the midst
of rocks full of unshed tears
ready to be diamonds by the time
the story was told， a child can be
hungry. I could warn her. There is still a chance.
学习啦在线学习网 The rain is cold. The road is flint-coloured.
The suburb has cars and cable television.
The veiled stars are above ground.
It is another world. But what else
can a mother give her daughter but such
beautiful rifts in time?
If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.
The legend will be hers as well as mine.
学习啦在线学习网 She will enter it. As I have.
She will wake up. She will hold
the papery flushed skin in her hand.
学习啦在线学习网 And to her lips. I will say nothing.
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