美好的英文诗句

英语诗歌是一个包含丰富社会生活内容、语言艺术和文化内涵的世界,是基础英语教学的一块很有潜力的教学资源。我整理了关于优美的英文诗句，欢迎阅读!

Mother Doesn't Want a Dog

by Judith Viorst

Mother doesn't want a dog.

Mother says they smell，

And never sit when you say sit，

Or even when you yell.

And when you come home late at night

And there is ice and snow，

You have to go back out because

The dumb dog has to go.

Mother doesn't want a dog.

Mother says they shed，

And always let the strangers in

And bark at friends instead，

And do disgraceful things on rugs，

And track mud on the floor，

And flop upon your bed at night

And snore their doggy snore.

Mother doesn't want a dog.

She's making a mistake.

Because， more than a dog， I think

She will not want this snake

Mr. Grumpledump's Song

by Shel Silverstein

Everything's wrong，

Days are too long，

Sunshine's too hot，

Wind is too strong.

Clouds are too fluffy，

Grass is too green，

Ground is too dusty，

Sheets are too clean.

Stars are too twinkly，

Moon is too high，

Water's too drippy，

Sand is too dry.

Rocks are too heavy，

Feathers too light，

Kids are too noisy，

Shoes are too tight.

Folks are too happy，

Singin' their songs.

Why can't they see it?

Everything's wrong!

Mound Digger

by Sarah Lindsay

This mound of dirt and the summer are heirs to transfer

from what lies before and what lies behind，

pinch by pinch. Of the mound， she keeps a record.

The point， the students have been assured，

is not to find objects. Their object is

to understand the ground.

What water did with it， when.

how often earthworms combed and cast it.

Whether it was tilled or thrust aside，

which seeds lay in it， which pollens settled.

When it's too dark to dig， she makes a tent

of reading assignments. A chapter on similarities

between spear points unearthed in Virginia

and Soultrean points in Spain，

both kinds wrought as though for beauty

and cached in heaps of red ocher. Another book

invites her to peer at the keyhole shape of a bone

the size of her index finger， engraved

these ten thousand years with forty strokes——

fourteen， eight， eleven， then seven——and polished.

A tally， a game， the score?

We'll never know. And here's a review

of arguments about a broken rock

that might have been bashed into useful shape

deliberately， with another rock，

by some original axe-making biped，

or might be a geofact， a tease，

a found axe——or no tool at all.

She douses the light

and all the words disappear.

Morning， back to the mound. It's two mounds now;

she knows it halfway through， its wayward layers，

silky and barren or matted with nutrients，

heavy clay， a thousand shades of brown.

She sees it with her eyes shut， with her palms，

sometimes tastes it. Leaves the flints and bones

to thrill-seekers and visionaries.

Dirt answers her questions. She has dug past

any props or plots or characters

to the stuff all stories walk on

Muse

by Meena Alexander

I was young when you came to me.

Each thing rings its turn，

you sang in my ear， a slip of a thing

dressed like a convent girl

white socks， shoes，

dark blue pinafore， white blouse.

A pencil box in hand： girl， book， tree

those were the words you gave me.

Girl was penne， hair drawn back，

gleaming on the scalp，

the self in a mirror in a rosewood room

the sky at monsoon time， pearl slits

In cloud cover， a jagged music pours：

gash of sense， raw covenant

clasped still in a gold bound book，

pusthakam pages parted，

ink rubbed with mist，

a bird might have dreamt its shadow there

spreading fire in a tree maram.

You murmured the word， sliding it on your tongue，

trying to get how a girl could turn

into a molten thing and not burn.

Centuries later worn out from travel

I rest under a tree.

You come to me

a bird shedding gold feathers，

each one a quill scraping my tympanum.

You set a book to my ribs.

Night after night I unclasp it

at the mirror's edge

alphabets flicker and soar.

Write in the light

of all the languages

you know the earth contains，

you murmur in my ear.

This is pure transport

Muse, a Lady Cautioning

by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers

There's fairness in changing blood for septet's

guardian rhythm， the horn blossoming

into cadenza. No good pimp's scowl， his

baby's voice ruined sweet for the duration.

Yes， these predictable fifths. O， the blues

is all about slinging those low tales out

the back door (sing： child pried open on that

stained floor)。 O， Billie hollers way down dirt

roads (sing： woman on the verge of needled

logic)。 She's aware——yeah， I'm going to

kiss some man's sugared fist tonight. O， this

tableau's muse， a Lady cautioning me：

Just tough this thing out， girl. Sweat through the jones.

Don't ask for nothing. Spit your last damned note

英语诗歌,是一种较为纯粹的拼音语言,它有许多格律和音韵及音义方面的讲究,值得读者注意。我精心收集了最经典优美的英文诗，供大家欣赏学习!

让我们心怀信仰 Let Us Have Faith

Security is mostly a superstition.

安全大抵虚幻，

It does not exist in nature,

世间无处寻觅。

nor do the children of men

芸芸众生，

as a whole experience it.

无人有此经历。

Avoiding danger is no safer

避险难计久长，

in the long run than outright exposure.

不如现身搏击。

Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.

抑或险中求胜，抑或碌碌无为，人生非此即彼。

To keep our faces toward change and

让我们直面改变，

behave like free spirits

行如自由之灵，

in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.

翱翔命运天际，是为不败之力。

Days of Yore

昔日时光

[USA]Joy Rainey King

[美国]乔伊. R.金

Back in days of yore,

回首昔日时光，

Life was simple, maybe a little of a bore.

生活简单，也许有一点厌倦。

Life was good back then,

那时的生活多么美好，

Way, way back when.

那是很久，很久以前。

Ladies has dresses adorned with lace,

淑女的衣裙镶着蕾丝花边，

And a smile of contentment on their face.

满足的笑容在她们的脸庞浮现。

They has gorgeous hair down to their waist,

她们的秀发垂至腰际，

And exuded poise and a gentle grace.

举止优雅，高贵自然。

They also has a certain charm,

被追求者的臂膀呵护时，

When escorted on their suitor’s arm.

她们的魅力无疑迷人光艳。

When day was almost through,

当白日将尽，

They would have a mint julep or two.

她们会喝一杯薄荷朱利酒，也许两杯。

In those days people talked to one another,

在那些日子里，人们相互交谈，

Instead of always texting each other,

而不是相互发短信，

Back when ladies were ladies,

从前女人是淑女，

And men were men,

男人是儿男，

Back in the days of way back when.

从前的时光，那是很久以前。

生当如夏花 It Is Not Growing like a Tree

It is not growing like a tree

要成就人生，

In bulk doth make man better be;

不必如巨树，木秀于林;

Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,

不必如橡树，经年不倒，

To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:

亦难逃枯朽之命;

A lily of a day

五月之百合，

Is fairer far in may,

绽放一日，便有万种风情;

Although it fall and die that night—

纵然是夜凋零，

It was the plant and flower of light.

却是光华的落英;

In small proportions we just beauties see;

于细微处领略美丽，

And in short measures life may perfect be.

于残缺处完满生命。