關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀
關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀
英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌是一個(gè)包含豐富社會(huì)生活內(nèi)容和藝術(shù)內(nèi)涵的世界 ,欣賞它 ,有多種方法 ,如對(duì)比法 ,背景分析法 ,藝術(shù)分析法等等。下面是學(xué)習(xí)啦小編帶來(lái)的關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀，歡迎閱讀!
關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀篇一
A Musical Instrument
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861)
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river;
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away
Ere he brought it out of the river.
High on the shore sat the great god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.
He cut it short did the great god Pan
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.
'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
'The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
Then dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed
He blew in power by the river.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.
Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain -
For the reed which grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀篇二
Love in the Lab
Jo Shapcott
One day the technicians touched souls as they exchanged everyday noises above the pipette.
Then they knew that the state of molecules was not humdrum.
The inscriptions on the specimen jars which lined the room in racks took fire in their minds: what were yesterday mere hieroglyphs from the periodic table became today urgent proof that even here - laboratory life - writing is mystical.
The jars glinted under their labels: it had taken fifteen years to collect and collate them.
Now the pair were of one mind.
Quietly, methodically they removed the labels from each of the thousands of jars. It took all night.
At dawn, rows of bare glass winked at their exhausted coupling against the fume cupboard.
Using their white coats as a disguise they took their places at the bench and waited for the morning shift.
關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀篇三
The Jaguar
Ted Hughes (1930 - 1998)
The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun.
The parrots shriek as if they were on fire, or strut
Like cheap tarts to attract the stroller with the nut.
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and lion
Lie still as the sun. The boa constrictor's coil
Is a fossil. Cage after cage seems empty, or
Stinks of sleepers from the breathing straw.
It might be painted on a nursery wall.
But who runs like the rest past these arrives
At a cage where the crowd stands, stares, mesmerized,
As a child at a dream, at a jaguar hurrying enraged
Through prison darkness after the drills of his eyes
On a short fierce fuse. Not in boredom -
The eye satisfied to be blind in fire,
By the bang of blood in the brain deaf the ear -
He spins from the bars, but there's no cage to him
More than to the visionary his cell:
His stride is wildernesses of freedom:
The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel.
Over the cage floor the horizons come.
關(guān)于英美詩(shī)歌名篇選讀篇四
From Song Of Myself
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals ... they are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied ... not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
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