适合朗诵的英语诗歌

　　March Calf

　　by Ted Hughes

　　Right from the start he is dressed in his best - his blacks and his whites

　　Little Fauntleroy - quiffed and glossy,

　　A Sunday suit, a wedding natty get-up,

　　Standing in dunged straw

　　Under cobwebby beams, near the mud wall,

　　Half of him legs,

　　Shining-eyed, requiring nothing more

　　But that mother's milk come back often.

　　Everything else is in order, just as it is.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Let the summer skies hold off, for the moment.

学习啦在线学习网 　　This is just as he wants it.

学习啦在线学习网 　　A little at a time, of each new thing, is best.

　　Too much and too sudden is too frightening -

　　When I block the light, a bulk from space,

　　To let him in to his mother for a suck,

　　He bolts a yard or two, then freezes,

　　Staring from every hair in all directions,

　　Ready for the worst, shut up in his hopeful religion,

　　A little syllogism

学习啦在线学习网 　　With a wet blue-reddish muzzle, for God's thumb.

　　You see all his hopes bustling

学习啦在线学习网 　　As he reaches between the worn rails towards

　　The topheavy oven of his mother.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He trembles to grow, stretching his curl-tip tongue -

学习啦在线学习网 　　What did cattle ever find here

　　To make this dear little fellow

　　So eager to prepare himself?

　　He is already in the race, and quivering to win -

　　His new purpled eyeball swivel-jerks

　　In the elbowing push of his plans.

　　Hungry people are getting hungrier,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Butchers developing expertise and markets,

　　But he just wobbles his tail - and glistens

学习啦在线学习网 　　Within his dapper profile

学习啦在线学习网 　　Unaware of how his whole lineage

　　Has been tied up.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He shivers for feel of the world licking his side.

　　He is like an ember - one glow

　　Of lighting himself up

　　With the fuel of himself, breathing and brightening.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Soon he'll plunge out, to scatter his seething joy,

学习啦在线学习网 　　To be present at the grass,

学习啦在线学习网 　　To be free on the surface of such a wideness,

学习啦在线学习网 　　To find himself himself. To stand. To moo.

　　Mountain Lion

　　by D H Lawrence

　　Climbing through the January snow, into the Lobo canyon

学习啦在线学习网 　　Dark grow the spruce-trees, blue is the balsam, water sounds still unfrozen, and the trail is still evident.

　　Men!

学习啦在线学习网 　　Two men!

　　Men! The only animal in the world to fear!

　　They hesitate.

　　We hesitate.

　　They have a gun.

学习啦在线学习网 　　We have no gun.

　　Then we all advance, to meet.

　　Two Mexicans, strangers, emerging out of the dark and snow and inwardness of the Lobo valley.

学习啦在线学习网 　　What are they doing here on this vanishing trail?

　　What is he carrying?

　　Something yellow.

　　A deer?

学习啦在线学习网 　　Qué tiene, amigo?

　　León -

　　He smiles, foolishly, as if he were caught doing wrong.

学习啦在线学习网 　　And we smile, foolishly, as if we didn't know.

　　He is quite gentle and dark-faced.

　　It is a mountain lion,

　　A long, long slim cat, yellow like a lioness.

　　Dead.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He trapped her this morning, he says, smiling foolishly.

　　Lift up her face,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Her round, bright face, bright as frost.

　　Her round, fine-fashioned head, with two dead ears;

　　And stripes in the brilliant frost of her face, sharp, fine dark rays,

　　Dark, keen, fine rays in the brilliant frost of her face.

　　Beautiful dead eyes.

　　Hermoso es!

　　They go out towards the open;

学习啦在线学习网 　　We go on into the gloom of Lobo.

　　And above the trees I found her lair,

学习啦在线学习网 　　A hole in the blood-orange brilliant rocks that stick up, a little cave.

学习啦在线学习网 　　And bones, and twigs, and a perilous ascent.

　　So, she will never leap up that way again, with the yellow flash of a mountain lion's long shoot!

学习啦在线学习网 　　And her bright striped frost-face will never watch any more, out of the shadow of the cave in the blood-orange rock,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Above the trees of the Lobo dark valley-mouth!

学习啦在线学习网 　　Instead, I look out.

　　And out to the dim of the desert, like a dream, never real;

学习啦在线学习网 　　To the snow of the Sangre de Cristo mountains, the ice of the mountains of Picoris,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And near across at the opposite steep of snow, green trees motionless standing in snow, like a Christmas toy.

　　And I think in this empty world there was room for me and a mountain lion.

　　And I think in the world beyond, how easily we might spare a million or two of humans

学习啦在线学习网 　　And never miss them.

　　Yet what a gap in the world, the missing white frost-face of that slim yellow mountain lion!