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关于好背的英文诗篇1

Concord Hymn

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

By the rude bridge that arched the flood，

Their flag to April's breeze unfurled，

Here once the embattled farmers stood，

And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;

Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;

And Time the ruined bridge has swept

Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank， by this soft stream，

We set to-day a votive stone;

That memory may their deed redeem，

When， like our sires， our sons are gone.

Spirit， that made those heroes dare

To die， and leave their children free，

Bid Time and Nature gently spare

The shaft we raise to them and thee.

关于好背的英文诗篇2

Company of Moths

by Michael Palmer

We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text，

the shadow the boat casts， angled mast， fretted wake， indigo eye.

Windows of the blind text，

keening， parabolic nights.

And the rolling sun， sun tumbling

into then under， company of moths.

Can you hear what I'm thinking， from there， even as you sleep?

Streets of the Poor Text， where a child's gaze falls

on the corpse of a horse beside a cart，

whimpering dog， woman's mute mouth agape

as if to say， We must move on，

we must not stop， we must not watch.

For after all， do the dead watch us?

To memorize precisely the tint of a plum，

curve of a body at rest (sun again)，

the words to each popular song，

surely that would be enough.

For are you not familiar with these crows by the shore?

Did you not call them sea crows once?

Did we not discuss the meaning of "as the crow flies"

one day in that square - station of exile - under the reddest

of suns? And then， almost as one， we said， It's time.

And a plate shattered， a spoon fell to the floor，

towels in a heap by the door.

Drifts of cloud over

steeples from the west.

Faith in the Poor Text.

Outline of stuff left behind.

关于好背的英文诗篇3

The Suitor

by Jane Kenyon

We lie back to back.

Curtains lift and fall，

like the chest of someone sleeping.

Wind moves the leaves of the box elder;

they show their light undersides，

turning all at once

like a school of fish.

Suddenly I understand that I am happy.

For months this feeling

has been coming closer，

stopping for short visits，

like a timid suitor.

关于好背的英文诗篇4

The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews

by Amy Clampitt

An ingenuity too astonishing

to be quite fortuitous is

this bog full of sundews，

sphagnum-lines and shaped like a teacup.

A step down and you're into it;

a wilderness swallows you up：

ankle-， then knee-， then midriff-

to-shoulder-deep in wetfooted understory，

an overhead spruce-tamarack horizon hinting

you'll never get out of here.

But the sun among the sundews， down there，

is so bright， an underfoot

webwork of carnivorous rubies，

a star-swarm thick as the gnats

they're set to catch， delectable

double-faced cockleburs， each

hair-tip a sticky mirror

afire with sunlight， a million

of them and again a million，

each mirror a trap set to

unhand believing，

that either a First Cause said once，

"Let there be sundews，" and there were，

or they've made their way here unaided

other than by that backhand， round-

about refusal to assume responsibility

known as Natural Selection.

But the sun underfoot is so dazzling

down there among the sundews，

there is so much light

in that cup that， looking，

you start to fall upward.

关于好背的英文诗篇5

The Taxiby Amy Lowell

When I go away from you

The world beats dead

Like a slackened drum.

I call out for you against the jutted stars

And shout into the ridges of the wind.

Streets coming fast，

One after the other，

Wedge you away from me，

And the lamps of the city prick my eyes

So that I can no longer see your face.

Why should I leave you，

To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?