英语诗歌是英美文学中的珍宝。在英美文学中,尤其是早期作品中,如史诗及戏剧都是以诗歌的形式出现。欣赏英语诗歌是英语学习的重要部分。小编精心收集了优美感人的英文诗句，供大家欣赏学习!

优美感人的英文诗句篇1

Madam and Her Madam

by Langston Hughes

I worked for a woman，

She wasn't mean

But she had a twelve-room

House to clean.

Had to get breakfast，

Dinner， and supper， too

Then take care of her children

When I got through.

Wash， iron， and scrub，

Walk the dog around

It was too much，

Nearly broke me down.

I said， Madam，

Can it be

You trying to make a

Pack-horse out of me?

She opened her mouth.

She cried， Oh， no!

You know， Alberta，

I love you so!

I said， Madam，

That may be true

But I'll be dogged

If I love you!

优美感人的英文诗句篇2

Madrigal

by Mary Leader

How the tenor warbles in April!

He thrushes， he nightingales， 0 he's a lark.

He cuts the cinquefoil air into snippets

With his love's scissors in the shape of a stork.

Hear the alto's glissando， October.

She drapes blue air on her love's shoulders，

On his velvet jerkin the color of crows.

Her cape of felt & old pearls enfolds her.

How the baritone roots out in May!

His depths reach even the silence inside

The worms moving level， the worms moving up，

The pike plunging under the noisy tide.

Hear the soprano's vibrato， November，

Water surface trembles， cold in the troughs.

She transforms blowing hedges into fences，

She transforms scarlet leaves into moths

优美感人的英文诗句篇3

maggie and milly and molly and may

by E. E. Cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles，and

milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles：and

may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea

优美感人的英文诗句篇4

Majung Village

by Ko Un

Over the steep， panting hills where

I rest my heart.

I like the simple homeliness

of the bitch and her puppies.

For how many centuries have

such homely sights been dear to us?

The stern old nettle tree standing by the village gate

gathers sweeping winds.

That's not all.

Beyond the village

the well never dries.

What a wonder it is，

the well's not a dipperful lower.

Children throw stones.

On the other side of the hills

pheasants flutter away， frightened for no reason.

The snow's not gone yet.

An old man， arms akimbo， runs into an eddy of wind

优美感人的英文诗句篇5

Making a Fist

by Naomi Shihab Nye

For the first time， on the road north of Tampico，

I felt the life sliding out of me，

a drum in the desert， harder and harder to hear.

I was seven， I lay in the car

watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.

My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

"How do you know if you are going to die?"

I begged my mother.

We had been traveling for days.

With strange confidence she answered，

"When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey，

the borders we must cross separately，

stamped with our unanswerable woes.

I who did not die， who am still living，

still lying in the backseat behind all my questions，

clenching and opening one small hand