诗歌是一个国家语言的浓缩 ,它以最凝炼的文字传递了时间与空间、物质与精神、理智与情感 ,其中的文化因素是理解和欣赏诗歌的关键。小编整理了关于经典英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!

关于经典英文诗歌篇一

So we'll go no more a roving

by George Gordon， Lord Byron

So， we'll go no more a roving

So late into the night，

Though the heart be still as loving，

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath，

And the soul wears out the breast，

And the heart must pause to breathe，

And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving，

And the day returns too soon，

Yet we'll go no more a roving

By the light of the moon.

关于经典英文诗歌篇二

Sojourns in the Parallel World

by Denise Levertov

We live our lives of human passions，

cruelties， dreams， concepts，

crimes and the exercise of virtue

in and beside a world devoid

of our preoccupations， free

from apprehension——though affected，

certainly， by our actions. A world

parallel to our own though overlapping.

We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly

admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions，

our self-concerns， because we drift for a minute，

an hour even， of pure (almost pure)

response to that insouciant life：

cloud， bird， fox， the flow of light， the dancing

pilgrimage of water， vast stillness

of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane，

animal voices， mineral hum， wind

conversing with rain， ocean with rock， stuttering

of fire to coal——then something tethered

in us， hobbled like a donkey on its patch

of gnawed grass and thistles， breaks free.

No one discovers

just where we've been， when we're caught up again

into our own sphere (where we must

return， indeed， to evolve our destinies)

——but we have changed， a little.

关于经典英文诗歌篇三

Some Kinds of Fire

by Tina Cane

Anna Akhmatova burned

her poems and the light of Madrid was like water

at La Latina luncheonette I ate a cup of chocolate

and a motor oil churro

every day for a week

recovering

……the cherry bomb alley that was our street

Hotel Chelsea ablaze from a rum-soaked pillow and a cigarette， 1977

iron balconies were dropping like lace

windows were popping like sobs……

"Can you describe this?" someone asked

Anna Akhmatova

as she stood on line "Yes"

she said "I can"

关于经典英文诗歌篇四

Some Things Don't Make Any Sense at All

by Judith Viorst

My mom says I'm her sugarplum.

My mom says I'm her lamb.

My mom says I'm completely perfect

Just the way I am.

My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.

My mom just had another baby.

Why?

关于经典英文诗歌篇五

Someone

by Dennis O'Driscoll

someone is dressing up for death today， a change of skirt or tie

eating a final feast of buttered sliced pan， tea

scarcely having noticed the erection that was his last

shaving his face to marble for the icy laying out

spraying with deodorant her coarse armpit grass

someone today is leaving home on business

saluting， terminally， the neighbours who will join in the cortege

someone is paring his nails for the last time， a precious moment

someone‘s waist will not be marked with elastic in the future

someone is putting out milkbottles for a day that will not come

someone‘s fresh breath is about to be taken clean away

someone is writing a cheque that will be rejected as ‘drawer deceased’

someone is circling posthumous dates on a calendar

someone is listening to an irrelevant weather forecast

someone is making rash promises to friends

someone‘s coffin is being sanded， laminated， shined

who feels this morning quite as well as ever

someone if asked would find nothing remarkable in today‘s date

perfume and goodbyes her final will and testament

someone today is seeing the world for the last time

as innocently as he had seen it first