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　　外國經典英文詩詞篇1

　　Spring and All

　　by William Carlos Williams

　　By the road to the contagious hospital

　　under the surge of the blue

　　mottled clouds driven from the

　　northeast-a cold wind. Beyond， the

　　waste of broad， muddy fields

　　brown with dried weeds， standing and fallen

　　patches of standing water

　　the scattering of tall trees

　　All along the road the reddish

　　purplish， forked， upstanding， twiggy

　　stuff of bushes and small trees

　　with dead， brown leaves under them

　　leafless vines-

　　Lifeless in appearance， sluggish

　　dazed spring approaches-

　　They enter the new world naked，

　　cold， uncertain of all

　　save that they enter. All about them

　　the cold， familiar wind-

　　Now the grass， tomorrow

　　the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

　　One by one objects are defined-

　　It quickens： clarity， outline of leaf

　　But now the stark dignity of

　　entrance-Still， the profound change

　　has come upon them： rooted， they

　　grip down and begin to awaken

　　外國經典英文詩詞篇2

　　Sleet

　　by Alan Shapiro

　　What was it like before the doctor got there?

　　Till then， we were in the back seat of the warm

　　dark bubble of the old Buick. We were where

　　we'd never not been， no matter where we were.

　　And when the doctor got there?

　　Everything outside was in a rage of wind and sleet，

　　we were children， brothers， safe in the back seat，

　　for once not fighting， just listening， watching the storm.

　　Weren't you afraid that something bad might happen?

　　Our father held the wheel with just two fingers

　　even though the car skidded and fishtailed

　　and the chains clanged raggedly over ice and asphalt.

　　Weren't you afraid at all?

　　Dad sang for someone to fly him to the moon，

　　to let him play among the stars， while Mom

　　held up the lighter to another Marlboro.

　　But when the doctor started speaking. . .

　　The tip of the Marlboro was a bright red star.

　　Her lips pursed and she released a ring of Saturn，

　　which dissolved as we caught at it， as my dad sang Mars.

　　When you realized what the doctor was saying. . .

　　They were closer to the storm in the front seat.

　　The high beams， weak as steam against the walled swirling，

　　only illuminated what we couldn't see.

　　When he described it， the tumor in the brain and what it meant. . .

　　See， we were children. Then we weren't. Or my brother wasn't.

　　He was driving now， he gripped the steering wheel

　　with both hands and stared hard at the panicked wipers.

　　What did you feel?

　　Just sleet， the slick road， the car going way too fast，

　　no brother beside me in the back seat， no singing father，

　　no mother， no ring of Saturn to catch at as it floats.

　　外國經典英文詩詞篇3

　　Slim Greer in Hellby Sterling A. Brown

　　I

　　Slim Greer went to heaven;

　　St. Peter said， "Slim，

　　You been a right good boy."

　　An' he winked at him.

　　"You been travelin' rascal

　　In yo'day.

　　You kin roam once mo';

　　Den you come to stay.

　　"Put dese wings on yo' shoulders，

　　An' save yo' feet."

　　Slim grin， and he speak up，

　　"Thankye， Pete."

　　Den Peter say， "Go

　　To Hell an' see，

　　All dat is doing， and

　　Report to me.

　　"Be sure to remember

　　How everything go."

　　Slim say， "I be seein' yuh

　　On de late watch， bo."

　　Slim got to cavortin'

　　Swell as you choose，

　　Like Lindy in de Spirit

　　Of St. Louis Blues.

　　He flew an' he flew，

　　Till at last he hit

　　A hangar wid de sign readin'

　　DIS IS IT.

　　Den he parked his wings，

　　An' strolled aroun'，

　　Gittin' used to his feet

　　On de solid ground.

　　II

　　Big bloodhound came aroarin'

　　Like Niagry Falls，

　　Sicked on by white devils

　　In overhalls.

　　Now Slim warn't scared

　　Cross my heart， it's a fac'，

　　An de dog went on a bayin'

　　Some po' devil's track.

　　Den Slim saw a mansion

　　An' walked right in;

　　De Devil looked up

　　Wid a sickly grin.

　　"Suttingly didn't look

　　Fo' you， Mr. Greer，

　　How it happens you comes

　　To visit here?"

　　Slim say——"Oh， jes' thought

　　I'd drop by a spell."

　　"Feel at home， seh， an' here's

　　De keys to hell."

　　Den he took Slim around

　　An' showed him people

　　Rasin' hell as high as

　　De first Church Steeple.

　　Lots of folks fightin'

　　At de roulette wheel，

　　Like old Rampart Street，

　　Or leastwise Beale.

　　Showed him bawdy houses

　　An' cabarets，

　　Slim thought of New Orleans

　　An' Memphis days.

　　Each devil was busy

　　Wid a devlish broad，

　　An' Slim cried， "Lawdy，

　　Lawd， Lawd， Lawd."

　　Took him in a room

　　Where Slim see

　　De preacher wid a brownskin

　　On each knee.

　　Showed him giant stills，

　　Going everywhere，

　　Wid a passel of devils

　　Stretched dead drunk there.

　　Den he took him to de furnace

　　Dat some devils was firing，

　　Hot as Hell， an' Slim start

　　A mean presspirin'.

　　White devils with pitchforks

　　Threw black devils on，

　　Slim thought he'd better

　　Be gittin' along.

　　An' he says——"Dis makes

　　Me think of home——

　　Vicksburg， Little Rock， Jackson，

　　Waco and Rome."

　　Den de devil gave Slim

　　De big Ha-Ha;

　　An' turned into a cracker，

　　Wid a sheriff's star.

　　Slim ran fo' his wings，

　　Lit out from de groun'

　　Hauled it back to St. Peter，

　　Safety boun'.

　　III

　　St. Peter said， "Well，

　　You got back quick.

　　How's de devil? An' what's

　　His latest trick?"

　　An' Slim Say， "Peter，

　　I really cain't tell，

　　The place was Dixie

　　That I took for hell."

　　Then Peter say， "you must

　　Be crazy， I vow，

　　Where'n hell dja think Hell was，

　　Anyhow?

　　"Git on back to de yearth，

　　Cause I got de fear，

　　You'se a leetle too dumb，

　　Fo' to stay up here. . ."

　　外國經典英文詩詞篇4

　　Snow-Flakes

　　by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

　　Out of the bosom of the Air，

　　Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken，

　　Over the woodlands brown and bare，

　　Over the harvest-fields forsaken，

　　Silent， and soft， and slow

　　Descends the snow.

　　Even as our cloudy fancies take

　　Suddenly shape in some divine expression，

　　Even as the troubled heart doth make

　　In the white countenance confession，

　　The troubled sky reveals

　　The grief it feels.

　　This is the poem of the air，

　　Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

　　This is the secret of despair，

　　Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded，

　　Now whispered and revealed

　　To wood and field.