英语文学中，诗歌极其丰富多彩，学英文而不懂英文诗歌，不仅从审美角度看是个遗憾，而且从语言学习角度看，学一些诗歌，语言能力会大大提高。小编整理了经典的英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!

经典的英文诗歌篇一

Quotidian Poem

by Patricia Fargnoli

When I heard the bombing

had begun I drove down

to Keene and bought

a 3x magnifying glass，

a sketch book

and drawing pencils. Then，

I went out behind the apartments

to snap off seed pods， weeds

I could not name

and a couple of brittle leaves.

I saved the afternoon

by studying edges

of petals， seeds，

the marvelous veins

and sketching them.

On the page， I wrote：

unknown weeds 10/7/01， found

in the patch between Applewood

and the Historical Museum;

on the day we began bombing.

Then I made a pot of soup

out of black-eyed peas

and a ham bone

I'd frozen from Easter.

I threw in onions， garlic，

parsley， cumin，

a couple of tomatoes——

whatever made sense.

Enough for an army.

经典的英文诗歌篇二

Quilts

by Nikki Giovanni

(for Sally Sellers)

Like a fading piece of cloth

I am a failure

No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter

My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able

To hold the hot and cold

I wish for those first days

When just woven I could keep water

From seeping through

Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave

Dazzled the sunlight with my Reflection

I grow old though pleased with my memories

The tasks I can no longer complete

Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past

I offer no apology only this plea：

When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end

Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt

That I might keep some child warm

And some old person with no one else to talk to

Will hear my whispers And cuddle near

经典的英文诗歌篇三

Painters

by Muriel Rukeyser

In the cave with a long-ago flare

a woman stands， her arms up. Red twig， black twig， brown twig.

A wall of leaping darkness over her.

The men are out hunting in the early light

But here in this flicker， one or two men， painting

and a woman among them.

Great living animals grow on the stone walls，

their pelts， their eyes， their sex， their hearts，

and the cave-painters touch them with life， red， brown， black，

a woman among them， painting.

经典的英文诗歌篇四

Repairwork

by Dennis Hinrichsen

They must have bled as they sang，

the needles so quick through

the linen， the frayed mesh，

the silvers must have stung them.

Pinpricks they must have stemmed

with their tongues， unembarrassed，

these brides of Christ

like sewing patches of sunlight

to water the ghost in the cloth

laid double across their laps.

These are the hips of Christ，

knees raw bone inking the linen;

this， the stain of a coin

that graced His eye， the image

as yet unpatterned， available only

should they dare to look

in random angles， stitches.

Terrible gash at a medial rib.

Imprint： sole of His foot，

the other merely heel， curve of

a branch at its one end blackened，

released to ash their

fingers as furious as sparks

in the medieval dusk

repairing a fire . . . They must have

wept as they bled as they sang.

经典的英文诗歌篇五

Spring and Fall: To a young child

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Margaret， are you grieving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leaves， like the things of man， you

With your fresh thoughts care for， can you?

Ah! as the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by， nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you will weep and know why.

Now no matter， child， the name：

Sorrow's springs are the same.

Nor mouth had， no nor mind， expressed

What heart heard of， ghost guessed：

It is the blight man was born for，

It is Margaret you mourn for.