關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)精選
關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)精選
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關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)篇1
Concord Hymn
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood，
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled，
Here once the embattled farmers stood，
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank， by this soft stream，
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem，
When， like our sires， our sons are gone.
Spirit， that made those heroes dare
To die， and leave their children free，
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)篇2
Company of Moths
by Michael Palmer
We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text，
the shadow the boat casts， angled mast， fretted wake， indigo eye.
Windows of the blind text，
keening， parabolic nights.
And the rolling sun， sun tumbling
into then under， company of moths.
Can you hear what I'm thinking， from there， even as you sleep?
Streets of the Poor Text， where a child's gaze falls
on the corpse of a horse beside a cart，
whimpering dog， woman's mute mouth agape
as if to say， We must move on，
we must not stop， we must not watch.
For after all， do the dead watch us?
To memorize precisely the tint of a plum，
curve of a body at rest (sun again)，
the words to each popular song，
surely that would be enough.
For are you not familiar with these crows by the shore?
Did you not call them sea crows once?
Did we not discuss the meaning of "as the crow flies"
one day in that square - station of exile - under the reddest
of suns? And then， almost as one， we said， It's time.
And a plate shattered， a spoon fell to the floor，
towels in a heap by the door.
Drifts of cloud over
steeples from the west.
Faith in the Poor Text.
Outline of stuff left behind.
關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)篇3
The Suitor
by Jane Kenyon
We lie back to back.
Curtains lift and fall，
like the chest of someone sleeping.
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder;
they show their light undersides，
turning all at once
like a school of fish.
Suddenly I understand that I am happy.
For months this feeling
has been coming closer，
stopping for short visits，
like a timid suitor.
關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)篇4
The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews
by Amy Clampitt
An ingenuity too astonishing
to be quite fortuitous is
this bog full of sundews，
sphagnum-lines and shaped like a teacup.
A step down and you're into it;
a wilderness swallows you up：
ankle-， then knee-， then midriff-
to-shoulder-deep in wetfooted understory，
an overhead spruce-tamarack horizon hinting
you'll never get out of here.
But the sun among the sundews， down there，
is so bright， an underfoot
webwork of carnivorous rubies，
a star-swarm thick as the gnats
they're set to catch， delectable
double-faced cockleburs， each
hair-tip a sticky mirror
afire with sunlight， a million
of them and again a million，
each mirror a trap set to
unhand believing，
that either a First Cause said once，
"Let there be sundews，" and there were，
or they've made their way here unaided
other than by that backhand， round-
about refusal to assume responsibility
known as Natural Selection.
But the sun underfoot is so dazzling
down there among the sundews，
there is so much light
in that cup that， looking，
you start to fall upward.
關(guān)于好背的英文詩(shī)篇5
The Taxiby Amy Lowell
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast，
One after the other，
Wedge you away from me，
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you，
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
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