长篇经典英文诗歌朗诵
长篇经典英文诗歌朗诵
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长篇经典英文诗歌篇一
Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point
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From her window marshland stretched for miles.
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and descended as if sheltering some sweet compulsion
the age was not ready to see. On clear days the jagged
skyline of Atlantic City was visible——Atlantic City，
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Already her own person——passionate， assertive——
soon she'd create a governess insistent on rights equal
to those above her rank. "The dangerous picture
of a natural heart，" one offended critic carped.
She'd failed， he said， to let religion reign
over the passions and， worse， she was a woman.
Now she was amazed at what women had，
doubly amazed at what they didn't.
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Her house on the bay was modest， adequate.
长篇经典英文诗歌篇二
学习啦在线学习网 The Present Writer
by Coner O'Callaghan
answers questions vaguely， as if from distance，
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学习啦在线学习网 gets more droll， lachrymose， implicit with age;
has backed from the room， the turntable moving
and a refill pad lying open at the page
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makes collect calls from payphones， lost for words;
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is given to sudden floods of hope; still dreams
of swimming pools， in sepia; can take or leave
a life in shadow; will whoop out of the blue
and surface on the landing， fork and spoon in hand，
adrift of what the done thing was; doodles butterflies
on the envelopes of unread letters; travels happiest
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or forever clapping his own exits from the wings.
长篇经典英文诗歌篇三
学习啦在线学习网 The Potato
by Joseph Stroud
学习啦在线学习网 Three days into the journey
I lost the Inca Trail
and scrambled around the Andes
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学习啦在线学习网 when on a hillside below snowline
I met a farmer who pointed the way——
Machu Picchu allá， he said.
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From my pack I pulled out an orange.
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in that high blue Andean sky.
I gave it to him.
He had been digging in a garden，
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some potatoes.
He handed me one，
a potato the size of the orange
looking as if it had been in the ground
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a potato I carried with me
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on the Urubamba valley，
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and the Lost City of the Incas.
Looking back now， all these years later，
what I remember most，
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was that farmer， alone on his hillside，
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its lumps and lunar craters，
a potato that fit perfectly in my hand，
a potato that consoled me as I walked，
told me not to fear，
held me close to the earth，
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学习啦在线学习网 the potato I boiled above Machu Picchu，
the patient， gnarled potato
I ate.
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