简单的英文诗朗诵稿精选
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简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇一
Sick
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today，"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps，
A gash， a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet， my throat is dry，
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks，
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more——that's seventeen，
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut——my eyes are blue——
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke，
I'm sure that my left leg is broke——
My hip hurts when I move my chin，
My belly button's caving in，
My back is wrenched， my ankle's sprained，
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold， my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff， my voice is weak，
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth，
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent， my spine ain't straight，
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk， I cannot hear，
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail， and my heart is——what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye， I'm going out to play!"
简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇二
Siberian Life
by Herman Taube
We traveled in sub-zero Arctic weather，
bundled in cotton-lined coats and fur hats，
to labor camps in remote detention villages.
There we gave first aid to the exiled Europeans
who were beset by plague and disease.
The people here suffered from frostbite and
the crushing burden of stressful hard labor.
Theirs was a difficult， miserable life——
constant insults added to their misery.
We were welcomed with warm greetings，
their single link to the outside world——
they all wanted to know how the war was
going. Are the radio stories about Hitler's
reign of terror true， or just Soviet propaganda?
We carried (by memory) names of relatives，
separated from their families， sent to other
gulag camps. Sadly， most of our inquiries
received sad answers： "committed suicide"——
"died from typhus"——"perished in the mines."
Four of us traveled together——a Polish nurse，
a Ukrainian driver， a Russian watchman， and me.
On the way back to our clinic， the others were
drinking， singing， or telling jokes. With the tragic
lives of the exiles fresh in my mind， I only cried.
简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇三
Short-Order Cook
by Jim Daniels
An average joe comes in
and orders thirty cheeseburgers and thirty fries.
I wait for him to pay before I start cooking.
He pays.
He ain't no average joe.
The grill is just big enough for ten rows of three.
I slap the burgers down
throw two buckets of fries in the deep frier
and they pop pop， spit spit. . .
pssss. . .
The counter girls laugh.
I concentrate.
It is the crucial point——
they are ready for the cheese：
my fingers shake as I tear off slices
toss them on the burgers/fries done/dump/
refill buckets/burgers ready/flip into buns/
beat that melting cheese/wrap burgers in plastic/
into paper bags/fried done/dump/fill thirty bags/
bring them to the counter/wipe sweat on sleeve
and smile at the counter girls.
I puff my chest out and bellow：
Thirty cheeseburgers! Thirty fries!
I grab a handful of ice， toss it in my mouth
do a little dance and walk back to the grill.
Pressure， responsibility， success.
Thirty cheeseburgers， thirty fries
简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇四
Read Your Fate
by Charles Simic
A world's disappearing.
Little street，
You were too narrow，
Too much in the shade already.
You had only one dog，
One lone child.
You hid your biggest mirror，
Your undressed lovers.
Someone carted them off
In an open truck.
They were still naked， travelling
On their sofa
Over a darkening plain，
Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska
With a storm brewing.
The woman opening a red umbrella
In the truck. The boy
And the dog running after them，
As if after a rooster
With its head chopped off.
简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇五
Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey
by Hayden Carruth
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago，
a sweet town， bleak， God knows，
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When Hank set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my heart would burst.
And Brad M. pressing with the
soft stick and Joe-Anne
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Tower， leaning
on one another， too tired
to go home. But don't say a word，
don't tell a soul， they wouldn't
understand， they couldn't， never
in a million years， how fine，
how magnificent we were
in that old club tonight.