經典的優美英文詩歌朗誦

　　隨著英語教學對英語文化滲透和文化交際能力的強調,英語詩歌已成為高校大學英語選修課程和專業必修課程,行之有效的英語詩歌教學法也成了諸多教者探討的熱門話題。小編精心收集了經典的優美英文詩歌，供大家欣賞學習!

　　經典的優美英文詩歌篇1

　　Ruin and Beauty

　　by Patricia Young

　　It's so quiet now the children have decided to stop

　　being born. We raise our cups in an empty room.

　　In this light， the curtains are transparent as gauze.

　　Through the open window we hear nothing

　　no airplane， lawn mower， no siren

　　speeding its white pain through the city's traffic.

　　There is no traffic. What remains is all that remains.

　　The brick school at the five points crosswalk

　　is drenched in morning glory.

　　Its white flowers are trumpets

　　festooning this coastal town.

　　Will the eventual forest rise up

　　and remember our footsteps? Already

　　seedlings erupt through cement，

　　crabgrass heaves through cracked marble，

　　already wolves come down from the hills

　　to forage among us. We are like them now，

　　just another species looking to the stars

　　and howling extinction.

　　They say the body accepts any kind of sorrow，

　　that our ancestors lay down on their stomachs

　　in school hallways， as children they lay down

　　like matches waiting for a nuclear fire.

　　It wasn't supposed to end like this：

　　all ruin and beauty， vines waterfalling down

　　a century's architecture; it wasn't supposed to end

　　so quietly， without fanfare or fuss，

　　a man and woman collecting rain

　　in old coffee tins. Darling，

　　the wars have been forgotten.

　　These days our quarrels are only with ourselves.

　　Tonight you sit on the edge of the bed loosening your shoes.

　　The act is soundless， without future

　　weight. Should we name this failure?

　　Should we wake to the regret at the end of time

　　doing what people have always done

　　and say it was not enough?

　　經典的優美英文詩歌篇2

　　Patsy Sees a Ghost

　　by Lola Haskins

　　I'm crossing the river where it narrows，

　　carefully， it being Sunday

　　and I'm past the root end of the log

　　when I look up，

　　and there's a haunt sitting

　　on the blossom end.

　　I can see trumpet vine and blackberries

　　through her white dress.

　　Gnats hang in the air.

　　The river runs， red-brown and deep.

　　The haunt sings

　　and it's my music， the blood song

　　of my heart and bones

　　and my skull dancing in the road.

　　And Chloe， she knows my name.

　　She says Oh Patsy， take care，

　　or you will surely fall

　　and the thick river

　　will pull you too to shroudy weeds

　　and you'll be gone，

　　gone as the moment you looked up

　　and saw the trumpet vine and

　　berrries， hot and ready

　　through my white dress，

　　gone as all the years since I died，

　　and waited here for you

　　經典的優美英文詩歌篇3

　　Super Samson Simpson

　　by Jack Prelutsky

　　I am Super Samson Simpson，

　　I'm superlatively strong，

　　I like to carry elephants，

　　I do it all day long，

　　I pick up half a dozen

　　and hoist them in the air，

　　it's really somewhat simple，

　　for I have strength to spare.

　　My muscles are enormous，

　　they bulge from top to toe，

　　and when I carry elephants，

　　they ripple to and fro，

　　but I am not the strongest

　　in the Simpson family，

　　for when I carry elephants，

　　my grandma carries me.

　　經典的優美英文詩歌篇4

　　Survivors--Found

　　by Joan Murray

　　We thought that they were gone——

　　we rarely saw them on our screens——

　　those everyday Americans

　　with workaday routines，

　　and the heroes standing ready——

　　not glamorous enough——

　　on days without a tragedy，

　　we clicked——and turned them off.

　　We only saw the cynics——

　　the dropouts， show-offs， snobs——

　　the right- and left- wing critics：

　　we saw that they were us.

　　But with the wounds of Tuesday

　　when the smoke began to clear，

　　we rubbed away our stony gaze——

　　and watched them reappear：

　　the waitress in the tower，

　　the broker reading mail，

　　a pair of window washers，

　　filling up a final pail，

　　the husband's last "I love you"

　　from the last seat of a plane，

　　the tourist taking in a view

　　no one would see again，

　　the fireman， his eyes ablaze

　　as he climbed the swaying stairs——

　　he knew someone might still be saved.

　　We wondered who it was.

　　We glimpsed them through the rubble：

　　the ones who lost their lives，

　　the heroes' double burials，

　　the ones now "left behind，"

　　the ones who rolled a sleeve up，

　　the ones in scrubs and masks，

　　the ones who lifted buckets

　　filled with stone and grief and ash：

　　some spoke a different language——

　　still no one missed a phrase;

　　the soot had softened every face

　　of every shade and age——

　　"the greatest generation" ?——

　　we wondered where they'd gone——

　　they hadn't left directions

　　how to find our nation-home：

　　for thirty years we saw few signs，

　　but now in swirls of dust，

　　they were alive——they had survived——

　　we saw that they were us.