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关于经典优美英文诗歌篇1

Somewhere Else

by Matthew Shenoda

It is here on this ridge

exposed to the orange dusk

of mountain autumn

that the story begins.

Buck wood for the stove

feel the heat of shoulder to tendon

greet the mule deer

and water the garden again.

In rhythm， with song

when the ax begins to blend with wind

carry on to warmer days

on the river's open banks

where the fervor of healing is found in water.

Flow from one origin to another——

there is never a place where we cannot begin

where the current is ancient， the wind is young

teaching each other like the ax and the wood.

Carve a place for dignity

plant a seed and pray for rain

for sun

for understanding outside your self.

There will come a day when they say：

who do you think you are

and another day will come

for you to tell.

On that day the story will appear

but do not tell of yourself

tell the story of the staff that blossomed in the desert

or the one about your enemy's greatest victory

tell the story of somewhere else

关于经典优美英文诗歌篇2

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

by E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled，gladly beyond

any experience，your eyes have their silence：

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me，

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers，

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully，mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me， i and

my life will shut very beautifully ，suddenly，

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility：whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries，

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody，not even the rain，has such small hands

关于经典优美英文诗歌篇3

Silence Ravingby Clayton Eshleman

Patters， paters， Apollo globes， sound

breaking up with silence， coals

I can still hear， entanglement of sense pools，

the way a cave might leak perfume——

in the Cro-Magnons went， along its wet hide walls，

as if a flower in， way in， drew their leggy

panspermatic bodies， spidering over

bottomless hunches， groping toward Persephone's fate：

to be quicksanded by the fungus pulp of Hades' purple hair

exploding in their brains.

They poured their foreheads into the coals and corrals

zigzagged about in the night air——

the animals led in crossed

a massive vulva incised before the gate，

the power that came up from it was paradise， the power

the Cro-Magnons bequeathed to us：

to make an altar of our throats.

The first words were mixed with animal fat，

wounded men tried to say who did it.

The group was the rim of a to-be-invented wheel，

their speech was spokes， looping over，

around， the hub of the fire， its silk of us，

its burn of them， bop we dip， you dip，

we dip to you， you will dip to us， Dionysus

the plopping， pooling words， stirred

by the lyre gaps between the peaks of flame，

water to fire， us to them.

Foal-eyes， rubbery， they looped

back into those caves whose walls could be strung

between their teeth， the sticky soul material pulled to

The sides by their hands， ooh

what bone looms they sewed themselves into， ah

what tiny male spiders they were

on the enormous capable of devouring them

female rock elastic word!