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关于大学英文诗歌朗诵稿篇1

The Ship

by William Logan

The sunlight burned like wire on the water，

that morning the ghost ship drove upriver.

The only witness was a Jersey cow.

Florid and testy， a miniature industrialist，

the steam tug spouted its fiery plume of smoke，

and on the bank the dead trout lolled，

beyond the reach of the fishermen now.

From a distance the fish lay sprawled like sailors

after a great sea battle， the masts and spars

splintered like matchsticks on the water; the mist

hovering over inlets， cannon-smoke drifting

off the now-purple， now-green bloom of river.

In shadow a train inched across a brick viaduct

ruling the still-dark valley，

as aqueducts once bullied the dawn campagna.

The cows resented the Cincinnatus patriot，

knowing they too were bred for slaughter.

The morning was a painting： the battered warship

hung with dawn lights like a chestful of medals，

the barren canvas of the Thames， empty out of respect，

the steam tug beetling to the breaker's yard.

The sun lay on the horizon like a vegetable.

关于大学英文诗歌朗诵稿篇2

The Shield of Achilles

by W. H. Auden

She looked over his shoulder

For vines and olive trees，

Marble well-governed cities

And ships upon untamed seas，

But there on the shining metal

His hands had put instead

An artificial wilderness

And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature， bare and brown，

No blade of grass， no sign of neighborhood，

Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down，

Yet， congregated on its blankness， stood

An unintelligible multitude，

A million eyes， a million boots in line，

Without expression， waiting for a sign.

Out of the air a voice without a face

Proved by statistics that some cause was just

In tones as dry and level as the place：

No one was cheered and nothing was discussed;

Column by column in a cloud of dust

They marched away enduring a belief

Whose logic brought them， somewhere else， to grief.

She looked over his shoulder

For ritual pieties，

White flower-garlanded heifers，

Libation and sacrifice，

But there on the shining metal

Where the altar should have been，

She saw by his flickering forge-light

Quite another scene.

Barbed wire enclosed an arbitrary spot

Where bored officials lounged (one cracked a joke)

And sentries sweated for the day was hot：

A crowd of ordinary decent folk

Watched from without and neither moved nor spoke

As three pale figures were led forth and bound

To three posts driven upright in the ground.

The mass and majesty of this world， all

That carries weight and always weighs the same

Lay in the hands of others; they were small

And could not hope for help and no help came：

What their foes like to do was done， their shame

Was all the worst could wish; they lost their pride

And died as men before their bodies died.

She looked over his shoulder

For athletes at their games，

Men and women in a dance

Moving their sweet limbs

Quick， quick， to music，

But there on the shining shield

His hands had set no dancing-floor

But a weed-choked field.

A ragged urchin， aimless and alone，

Loitered about that vacancy; a bird

Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone：

That girls are raped， that two boys knife a third，

Were axioms to him， who'd never heard

Of any world where promises were kept，

Or one could weep because another wept.

The thin-lipped armorer，

Hephaestos， hobbled away，

Thetis of the shining breasts

Cried out in dismay

At what the god had wrought

To please her son， the strong

Iron-hearted man-slaying Achilles

Who would not live long.

关于大学英文诗歌朗诵稿篇3

The Silence

by Philip Schultz

You always called late and drunk，

your voice luxurious with pain，

I， tightly wrapped in dreaming，

listening as if to a ghost.

Tonight a friend called to say your body

was found in your apartment， where

it had lain for days. You'd lost your job，

stopped writing， saw nobody for weeks.

Your heart， he said. Drink had destroyed you.

We met in a college town， first teaching jobs，

poems flowing from a grief we enshrined

with myth and alcohol. I envied the way

women looked at you， a bear blunt with rage，

tearing through an ever-darkening wood.

Once we traded poems like photos of women

whose beauty tested God's faith. 'Read this one

about how friendship among the young can't last，

it will rip your heart out of your chest!'

Once you called to say J was leaving，

the pain stuck in your throat like a razor blade.

A woman was calling me back to bed

so I said I'd call back. But I never did.

The deep forlorn smell of moss and pine

behind your stone house， you strumming

and singing Lorca， Vallejo， De Andrade，

as if each syllable tasted of blood，

as if you had all the time in the world. . .

You knew your angels loved you

but you also knew they would leave

someone they could not save.

关于大学英文诗歌朗诵稿篇4

Cherries in the Snow

by Richard Jones

My mother never appeared in public

without lipstick. If we were going out，

I'd have to wait by the door until

she painted her lips and turned

from the hallway mirror，

put on her gloves and picked up her purse，

opening the purse to see

if she'd remembered tissues.

After lunch in a restaurant

she might ask，

"Do I need lipstick?"

If I said yes，

she would discretely turn

and refresh her faded lips.

Opening the black and gold canister，

she'd peer in a round compact

as if she were looking into another world.

Then she'd touch her lips to a tissue.

Whenever I went searching

in her coat pocket or purse

for coins or candy

I'd find， crumpled， those small white tissues

covered with bloodred kisses.

I'd slip them into my pocket，

along with the stones and feathers

I thought， back then， I'd keep.