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经典优美英文诗歌篇一

Of Politics, & Art

by Norman Dubie

Here， on the farthest point of the peninsula

The winter storm

Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse.

Mrs. Whitimore， dying

Of tuberculosis， said it would be after dark

Before the snowplow and bus would reach us.

She read to us from Melville.

How in an almost calamitous moment

Of sea hunting

Some men in an open boat suddenly found themselves

At the still and protected center

Of a great herd of whales

Where all the females floated on their sides

While their young nursed there. The cold frightened whalers

Just stared into what they allowed

Was the ecstatic lapidary pond of a nursing cow's

One visible eyeball.

And they were at peace with themselves.

Today I listened to a woman say

That Melville might

Be taught in the next decade. Another woman asked， "And why not?"

The first responded， "Because there are

No women in his one novel."

And Mrs. Whitimore was now reading from the Psalms.

Coughing into her handkerchief. Snow above the windows.

There was a blue light on her face， breasts and arms.

Sometimes a whole civilization can be dying

Peacefully in one young woman， in a small heated room

With thirty children

Rapt， confident and listening to the pure

God rendering voice of a storm

经典优美英文诗歌篇二

Pledge

by Elizabeth Powell

Republic， your cool hands On my schoolgirl shoulders.

Not sure what allegiances meant Until the vows were held by heart，By memory， byrote， by benign betrothal.

Republic， you were mine， I knew Because of Mother's religious pamphlets：Lindsay for Mayor.

McGovern for President.

How to Register Voters.

I didn't ever want to go to school On Saturdays. The baby-sitter said If Nixon won， I'd have to go. Me，Your most cherished child bride.

I wanted a white communion dress Like the ones the Catholic girls wore.

Republic， you know I wanted to play Cards with Mother. Mother smoking Marlboros， watching Watergate all week.

Citizen Mother all consumed at that confessional.

I liked the name Betsy Ross.

I liked the idea of sewing flags.

I liked the tattered textbook about the colonies.

So tender， so tender. My Republic，I am pledged by my childish troth So strangely to you.

经典优美英文诗歌篇三

Of Seals, and Our Smiles

by Michael Benedikt

The last time they did any harm to anyone was probably thousands

of years ago;therefore we catch them and cut them up into coats，

Their frolicsomeness， too， sliced up by contemptuous human analysis;

Yes， through the binoculars of the human in the dinghy，

like a text beneath some mad scientist's magnifying-glass

The seals as they cavort， tend to scan like some pre-prepared，

allegedly amusing， and gloriously convenient gloss which only tells us

That the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt.

The last time they did any harm to anyone was probably thousands

of years ago;therefore we find them in the circus，

like purportedly hilarious characters， forced by us to be terribly funny

On multicolored stands， noses pressed up against old auto-horns，

Falling all over themselves， and performing national anthems such

as "God Bless America"; "God Save The King"; and， sometimes，

occasionally still， "The Internationale"

Half-Starved for a half-rotten fish， and the target

Of our ancient disrespect， secret loathing，

and finally outright public contempt

Since the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt.

Gaze， gaze again， oh Humans of Goodwill，

upon more of what even our children typically can see

Examine， for example， the sight of a seal coming out of its

little white hut in a crowded city zoo;

and then， as it raises its remaining nose to sniff the city air

Slipping on a banana-peel; and， oh yes， let's examine all the

uproarious reactions to that， as the creature falls

For as long as the weak are only here on this our sad planet to be hurt

经典优美英文诗歌篇四

Po' Boy Blues

by Langston Hughes

When I was home de

Sunshine seemed like gold.

When I was home de

Sunshine seemed like gold.

Since I come up North de

Whole damn world's turned cold.

I was a good boy，

Never done no wrong.

Yes， I was a good boy，

Never done no wrong，

But this world is weary

An' de road is hard an' long.

I fell in love with

A gal I thought was kind.

Fell in love with

A gal I thought was kind.

She made me lose ma money

An' almost lose ma mind.

Weary， weary，

Weary early in de morn.

Weary， weary，

Early， early in de morn.

I's so weary I wish I'd never been born