经典的优美英文诗歌朗诵
随着英语教学对英语文化渗透和文化交际能力的强调,英语诗歌已成为高校大学英语选修课程和专业必修课程,行之有效的英语诗歌教学法也成了诸多教者探讨的热门话题。小编精心收集了经典的优美英文诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!
经典的优美英文诗歌篇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?
经典的优美英文诗歌篇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
经典的优美英文诗歌篇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.
经典的优美英文诗歌篇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.