最经典优美的英文诗歌
文学是一种语言艺术,诗歌又历来被视作文学的最高形式。学习英语诗歌不但有助于开阔视野,陶冶性情,而且对于英语学习有很大帮助。下面是小编带来的最经典优美的英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!
最经典优美的英文诗歌篇一
Mortal Limit
by Robert Penn Warren
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
It rose from coniferous darkness， past gray jags
Of mercilessness， past whiteness， into the gloaming
Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.
There——west——were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be
In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height
Hangs now the black speck Beyond what range will gold eyes see
New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light
Or， having tasted that atmosphere's thinness， does it
Hang motionless in dying vision before
It knows it will accept the mortal limit，
And swing into the great circular down wardness that will restore
The breath of earth Of rock Of rot Of other such
Items， and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch
最经典优美的英文诗歌篇二
Mostly Mick Jagger
by Catie Rosemurgy
1
Thank god he stuck his tongue out.
When I was twelve I was in danger
of taking my body seriously.
I thought the ache in my nipple was priceless.
I thought I should stay very still
and compare it to a button，
a china saucer，
a flash in a car side-mirror，
so I could name the ache either big or little，
then keep it forever. He blew no one a kiss，
then turned into a maw.
After I saw him， when a wish moved in my pants.
I nurtured it. I stalked around my room
kicking my feet up just like him， making
a big deal of my lips. I was my own big boy.
I wouldn't admit it then，
but be definitely cocks his hip
as if he is his own little girl.
2
People ask me——I make up interviews
while I brush my teeth——"So， what do you remember best
about your childhood?" I say
mostly the drive toward Chicago.
Feeling as if I'm being slowly pressed against the skyline.
Hoping to break a window.
Mostly quick handfuls of boys' skin.
Summer twilights that took forever to get rid of.
Mostly Mick Jagger.
3
How do I explain my hungry stare?
My Friday night spent changing clothes?
My love for travel? I rewind the way he says "now"
with so much roof of the mouth.
I rewind until I get a clear image of myself：
I'm telling the joke he taught me
about my body. My mouth is stretched open
so I don't laugh. My hands are pretending
to have just discovered my own face.
My name is written out in metal studs
across my little pink jumper.
I've got a mirror and a good idea
of the way I want my face to look.
When I glance sideways my smile should twitch
as if a funny picture of me is taped up
inside the corner of my eye.
A picture where my hair is combed over each shoulder，
my breasts are well-supported， and my teeth barely show.
A picture where I'm trying hard to say "beautiful."
He always says "This is my skinny rib cage，
my one， two chest hairs."
That's all he ever says.
Think of a bird with no feathers
or think of a hundred lips bruising every inch of his skin.
There are no pictures of him hoping
he said the right thing.
最经典优美的英文诗歌篇三
Mosquito
by Myronn Hardy
She visits me when the lights are out，
when the sun is loving another part of the world.
She passes through the net I sleep under like
a cloud its holes are easily navigable.
Her buzzing tells me that she doesn't want my legs arms cheeks or chest.
No.
She craves adventure wanting to travel through
the dark canal the spiraling cave where earthquakes are wind.
Her prize is in sight the gelatinous mass controlling this machine.
How beautiful she thinks it is her needle mouth filling with water.
Her children will know physics geometry will understand
English Spanish perhaps Portuguese.
They will be haunted their whole lives by trees guns and a boom that won't cease.
She cries before drinking the fluid is salty-sweet.
Oh if my mother had done this for me I would have lived.