随着英语教学对英语文化渗透和文化交际能力的强调,英语诗歌已成为高校大学英语选修课程和专业必修课程,行之有效的英语诗歌教学法也成了诸多教者探讨的热门话题。小编精心收集了经典的优美英文诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!

经典的优美英文诗歌篇1

Ruin and Beauty

by Patricia Young

It's so quiet now the children have decided to stop

being born. We raise our cups in an empty room.

In this light， the curtains are transparent as gauze.

Through the open window we hear nothing

no airplane， lawn mower， no siren

speeding its white pain through the city's traffic.

There is no traffic. What remains is all that remains.

The brick school at the five points crosswalk

is drenched in morning glory.

Its white flowers are trumpets

festooning this coastal town.

Will the eventual forest rise up

and remember our footsteps? Already

seedlings erupt through cement，

crabgrass heaves through cracked marble，

already wolves come down from the hills

to forage among us. We are like them now，

just another species looking to the stars

and howling extinction.

They say the body accepts any kind of sorrow，

that our ancestors lay down on their stomachs

in school hallways， as children they lay down

like matches waiting for a nuclear fire.

It wasn't supposed to end like this：

all ruin and beauty， vines waterfalling down

a century's architecture; it wasn't supposed to end

so quietly， without fanfare or fuss，

a man and woman collecting rain

in old coffee tins. Darling，

the wars have been forgotten.

These days our quarrels are only with ourselves.

Tonight you sit on the edge of the bed loosening your shoes.

The act is soundless， without future

weight. Should we name this failure?

Should we wake to the regret at the end of time

doing what people have always done

and say it was not enough?

经典的优美英文诗歌篇2

Patsy Sees a Ghost

by Lola Haskins

I'm crossing the river where it narrows，

carefully， it being Sunday

and I'm past the root end of the log

when I look up，

and there's a haunt sitting

on the blossom end.

I can see trumpet vine and blackberries

through her white dress.

Gnats hang in the air.

The river runs， red-brown and deep.

The haunt sings

and it's my music， the blood song

of my heart and bones

and my skull dancing in the road.

And Chloe， she knows my name.

She says Oh Patsy， take care，

or you will surely fall

and the thick river

will pull you too to shroudy weeds

and you'll be gone，

gone as the moment you looked up

and saw the trumpet vine and

berrries， hot and ready

through my white dress，

gone as all the years since I died，

and waited here for you

经典的优美英文诗歌篇3

Super Samson Simpson

by Jack Prelutsky

I am Super Samson Simpson，

I'm superlatively strong，

I like to carry elephants，

I do it all day long，

I pick up half a dozen

and hoist them in the air，

it's really somewhat simple，

for I have strength to spare.

My muscles are enormous，

they bulge from top to toe，

and when I carry elephants，

they ripple to and fro，

but I am not the strongest

in the Simpson family，

for when I carry elephants，

my grandma carries me.

经典的优美英文诗歌篇4

Survivors--Found

by Joan Murray

We thought that they were gone——

we rarely saw them on our screens——

those everyday Americans

with workaday routines，

and the heroes standing ready——

not glamorous enough——

on days without a tragedy，

we clicked——and turned them off.

We only saw the cynics——

the dropouts， show-offs， snobs——

the right- and left- wing critics：

we saw that they were us.

But with the wounds of Tuesday

when the smoke began to clear，

we rubbed away our stony gaze——

and watched them reappear：

the waitress in the tower，

the broker reading mail，

a pair of window washers，

filling up a final pail，

the husband's last "I love you"

from the last seat of a plane，

the tourist taking in a view

no one would see again，

the fireman， his eyes ablaze

as he climbed the swaying stairs——

he knew someone might still be saved.

We wondered who it was.

We glimpsed them through the rubble：

the ones who lost their lives，

the heroes' double burials，

the ones now "left behind，"

the ones who rolled a sleeve up，

the ones in scrubs and masks，

the ones who lifted buckets

filled with stone and grief and ash：

some spoke a different language——

still no one missed a phrase;

the soot had softened every face

of every shade and age——

"the greatest generation" ?——

we wondered where they'd gone——

they hadn't left directions

how to find our nation-home：

for thirty years we saw few signs，

but now in swirls of dust，

they were alive——they had survived——

we saw that they were us.