关于最经典的英文诗朗诵精选

2017-05-11

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关于最经典的英文诗朗诵篇1

Ode to the Air Traffic Controller

by Joshua Beckman

Melbourne, Perth, Darwin, Townsville,

Belém, Durban, Lima, Xai-Xai planes

with wingspans big as high schools

eight hundred nine hundred tons a piece

gone like pollen, cumulus cirrus

altostratus nimbostratus people getting skinny

just trying to lose weight and the sky

the biggest thing anyone ever thought of

Acceptance, Vancouver, Tehran, Maui

school children balloons light blue nothing

one goes away not forever, in fact

most people, at least if you are flying

Delta, come down in Salt Lake City

Fairbanks, Kobe, Aukland, Anchorage

from Cleveland a hundred Hawaii-bound Germans

are coming in low, not to say too low

just low pull up Amsterdam pull up Miami

historically a very high-strung bunch

smokers eaters tiny planes must circle

we have bigger problems on our hands

New York, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Paris

the boy who has been ignoring dinner

throws thirteen paper planes out the window

does it look like this? Tashkent, Nome, Rio,

Hobart, yes yes it looks just like that

now do your homework Capetown Capetown

lots of rain good on one good on two

go three go four go five go six

Mau, Brak, Zella, Ghat, an African parade

good on two good on three

please speak English please speak English

good on five good on six gentlemen:

the world will let us down many times

but it will never run out of coffee

hooray! for Lagos, Accra, Freetown, Dakar

your son is on the telephone the Germans

landed safely Seattle off to Istanbul

tiny planes please circle oh tiny planes

do please please circle

关于最经典的英文诗朗诵篇2

Piazza Gimma

by Fabio Mórabito

Translated by Geoff Hargreaves

I spy on the building

closest to hand

a movement that begins

out on its balconies

as the day's routine,

the early tasks of morning

with their stock and styleless gestures,

flowers again.

I fall in love at this one hour

when people most repeat themselves,

least connected to their inner lives

and packed with habits laid down long ago.

There's a woman I observe who

constantly appears in bathrobe,

on floor eight, with coffee cup,

matronly blonde, in love with life

casting glances at her wider world while taking

two quick sips or three,

and then with an erotic shake

loosens up the sugared lees, to reach

the best of sips, the last, the sweetest. . .

all before quite waking up.

Before you quite wake up,

blonde of the morning, hold fast

to ritual tasting, self-communion.

Off from your balcony,

at last emerged from sleep,

slip inside your home, by now yourself,

make gestures of your own,

not those somebody has bequeathed to you

关于最经典的英文诗朗诵篇3

Pickle Belt

by Theodore Roethke

The fruit rolled by all day.

They prayed the cogs would creep;

They thought about Saturday pay,And Sunday sleep.

Whatever he smelled was good:

The fruit and flesh smells mixed.

There beside him she stood,——

And he, perplexed;

He, in his shrunken britches,

Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,

Prickling with all the itches Of sixteen-year-old lust

关于最经典的英文诗朗诵篇4

Panther

by Ned O'Gorman

When the panther came

no belfrey rang alarums,

no cleric spat his tea.

When the panther came

the sky and lawn were still.

The panter came

through forest,

through field,

up to the wall

and my one blossoming cherry tree.

I had constructed

the world as it was

and had pared the body

from the customs of languor.

It pressed its nose against the pane and its gears

ground me away into ribbons

of dissonance.

It turned and sauntered

into the shadows. Its

paw marks on the earth

like cherries too ripe in a white bowl.

关于最经典的英文诗朗诵篇5

Odysseus to Telemachus

by Joseph Brodsky

My dear Telemachus,

The Trojan War is over now;

I don't recall who won it.

The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leave

so many dead so far from their own homeland.

But still, my homeward way has proved too long.

While we were wasting time there, old Poseidon,

it almost seems, stretched and extended space.

I don't know where I am or what this place

can be. It would appear some filthy island,

with bushes, buildings, and great grunting pigs.

A garden choked with weeds; some queen or other.

Grass and huge stones . . . Telemachus, my son!

To a wanderer the faces of all islands

resemble one another. And the mind

trips, numbering waves; eyes, sore from sea horizons,

run; and the flesh of water stuffs the ears.

I can't remember how the war came out;

even how old you are——I can't remember.

Grow up, then, my Telemachus, grow strong.

Only the gods know if we'll see each other

again. You've long since ceased to be that babe

before whom I reined in the plowing bullocks.

Had it not been for Palamedes' trick

we two would still be living in one household.

But maybe he was right; away from me

you are quite safe from all Oedipal passions,

and your dreams, my Telemachus, are blameless.

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