文学是一种语言艺术,诗歌又历来被视作文学的最高形式。学习英语诗歌不但有助于开阔视野,陶冶性情,而且对于英语学习有很大帮助。下面是小编带来的最经典优美的英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!

最经典优美的英文诗歌篇一

Mortal Limit

by Robert Penn Warren

I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.

It rose from coniferous darkness， past gray jags

Of mercilessness， past whiteness， into the gloaming

Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.

There——west——were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be

In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height

Hangs now the black speck Beyond what range will gold eyes see

New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light

Or， having tasted that atmosphere's thinness， does it

Hang motionless in dying vision before

It knows it will accept the mortal limit，

And swing into the great circular down wardness that will restore

The breath of earth Of rock Of rot Of other such

Items， and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch

最经典优美的英文诗歌篇二

Mostly Mick Jagger

by Catie Rosemurgy

1

Thank god he stuck his tongue out.

When I was twelve I was in danger

of taking my body seriously.

I thought the ache in my nipple was priceless.

I thought I should stay very still

and compare it to a button，

a china saucer，

a flash in a car side-mirror，

so I could name the ache either big or little，

then keep it forever. He blew no one a kiss，

then turned into a maw.

After I saw him， when a wish moved in my pants.

I nurtured it. I stalked around my room

kicking my feet up just like him， making

a big deal of my lips. I was my own big boy.

I wouldn't admit it then，

but be definitely cocks his hip

as if he is his own little girl.

2

People ask me——I make up interviews

while I brush my teeth——"So， what do you remember best

about your childhood?" I say

mostly the drive toward Chicago.

Feeling as if I'm being slowly pressed against the skyline.

Hoping to break a window.

Mostly quick handfuls of boys' skin.

Summer twilights that took forever to get rid of.

Mostly Mick Jagger.

3

How do I explain my hungry stare?

My Friday night spent changing clothes?

My love for travel? I rewind the way he says "now"

with so much roof of the mouth.

I rewind until I get a clear image of myself：

I'm telling the joke he taught me

about my body. My mouth is stretched open

so I don't laugh. My hands are pretending

to have just discovered my own face.

My name is written out in metal studs

across my little pink jumper.

I've got a mirror and a good idea

of the way I want my face to look.

When I glance sideways my smile should twitch

as if a funny picture of me is taped up

inside the corner of my eye.

A picture where my hair is combed over each shoulder，

my breasts are well-supported， and my teeth barely show.

A picture where I'm trying hard to say "beautiful."

He always says "This is my skinny rib cage，

my one， two chest hairs."

That's all he ever says.

Think of a bird with no feathers

or think of a hundred lips bruising every inch of his skin.

There are no pictures of him hoping

he said the right thing.

最经典优美的英文诗歌篇三

Mosquito

by Myronn Hardy

She visits me when the lights are out，

when the sun is loving another part of the world.

She passes through the net I sleep under like

a cloud its holes are easily navigable.

Her buzzing tells me that she doesn't want my legs arms cheeks or chest.

No.

She craves adventure wanting to travel through

the dark canal the spiraling cave where earthquakes are wind.

Her prize is in sight the gelatinous mass controlling this machine.

How beautiful she thinks it is her needle mouth filling with water.

Her children will know physics geometry will understand

English Spanish perhaps Portuguese.

They will be haunted their whole lives by trees guns and a boom that won't cease.

She cries before drinking the fluid is salty-sweet.

Oh if my mother had done this for me I would have lived.