英语诗歌是英语语言的瑰宝,是学习英语语言必要的媒介材料。它有助于培养英语学习兴趣,提高学生的审美情趣,因而在切实可行的操作下,能够推进大学英语素质教育。小编整理了关于经典的英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!

关于经典的英文诗歌篇一

Sound and Structure

by Barbara Guest

"Sound leads to structure." Sch?berg.

On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.

This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.

heavy as eyelids.

Beams are laid. The master cuts music for the future.

Sound lays the structure. Sound leaks into the future.

关于经典的英文诗歌篇二

Southern Road

by Sterling A. Brown

Swing dat hammer——hunh——

Steady， bo';

Swing dat hammer——hunh——

Steady， bo';

Ain't no rush， bebby，

Long ways to go.

Burner tore his——hunh——

Black heart away;

Burner tore his——hunh——

Black heart away;

Got me life， bebby，

An' a day.

Gal's on Fifth Street——hunh——

Son done gone;

Gal's on Fifth Street——hunh——

Son done gone;

Wife's in de ward， bebby，

Babe's not bo'n.

My ole man died——hunh——

Cussin' me;

My ole man died——hunh——

Cussin' me;

Ole lady rocks， bebby，

Huh misery.

Doubleshackled——hunh——

Guard behin';

Doubleshackled——hunh——

Guard behin';

Ball an' chain， bebby，

On my min'.

White man tells me——hunh——

Damn yo' soul;

White man tells me——hunh——

Damn yo' soul;

Got no need， bebby，

To be tole.

Chain gang nevah——hunh——

Let me go;

Chain gang nevah——hunh——

Let me go;

Po' los' boy， bebby，

Evahmo' . . .

关于经典的英文诗歌篇三

Souvenir of the Ancient World

by Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Translated by Mark Strand

Clara strolled in the garden with the children.

The sky was green over the grass，

the water was golden under the bridges，

other elements were blue and rose and orange，

a policeman smiled， bicycles passed，

a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird，

the whole world——Germany， China——all was quiet around Clara.

The children looked at the sky： it was not forbidden.

Mouth， nose， eyes were open. There was no danger.

What Clara feared were the flu， the heat， the insects.

Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley：

She waited for letters slow to arrive，

She couldn't always wear a new dress. But she strolled in the garden，in the morning!

They had gardens， they had mornings in those days!

关于经典的英文诗歌篇四

Space Station

by Tom Sleigh

(Note： a space station generates gravity by revolving one way and then another. When it reverses direction to revolve the other way， there are several moments when gravity is suspended.)

My mother and I and the dog were floating

Weightless in the kitchen. Silverware

Hoveredabove the table. Napkins drifted

Just below the ceiling. The dead who had been crushed

By gravity were free to move about the room，

To take their place at supper， lift a fork， knife， spoon-

A spoon， knife， fork that， outside this moment's weightlessness，

Would have been immovable as mountains.

My mother and I and the dog were orbiting

In the void that follows after happiness

Of an intimate gesture： Her hand stroking the dog's head

And the dog looking up， expectant， into her eyes：

The beast gaze so direct and alienly concerned

To have its stare returned; the human gaze

That forgets， for a moment， that it sees

What it's seeing and simply， fervently， sees……

But only for a moment. Only for a moment were my mother

And the dog looking at each other not mother

Or dog but that look-I couldn't help but think，

If only I were a dog， or Mother was，

Then that intimate gesture， this happiness passing

Could last forever……such a vain， hopeless wish

I was wishing; I knew it and didn't know it

Just as my mother knew she was my mother

And didn't……and as for the dog， her large black pupils，

Fixed on my mother's faintly smiling face，

Seemed to contain a drop of the void

We were all suspended in; though only a dog

Who chews a ragged rawhide chew toy shaped

Into a bone， femur or cannonbone

Of the heavy body that we no longer labored

To lift against the miles-deep air pressing

Us to our chairs. The dog pricked her ears，

Sensing a dead one approaching. Crossing the kitchen，

My father was moving with the clumsy gestures

Of a man in a space suit-the strangeness of death

Moving among the living-though the world

Was floating with a lightness that made us

Feel we were phantoms： I don't know

If my mother saw him-he didn't look at her

When he too put his hand on the dog's head

And the dog turned its eyes from her stare to his……

And then the moment on its axis reversed，

The kitchen spun us the other way round

And pressed heavy hands down on our shoulders

So that my father sank into the carpet，

My mother rested her chin on her hand

And let her other hand slide off the dog's head，

Her knuckles bent in a kind of torment

Of moonscape erosion， ridging up into

Peaks giving way to seamed plains

With names like The Sea of Tranquility

-Though nothing but a metaphor for how

I saw her hand， her empty， still strong hand

Dangling all alone in the infinite space

Between the carpet and the neon-lit ceiling.