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经典简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇一

Séance at Tennis

by Dana Goodyear

I play with an old boyfriend， to tease you out.

In white shorts that you‘ve never seen before.

You storm—wind， panic in the tree.

Rattling like the genius

like the jealous man.

Making it impossible to hit.

So nothing clears the net.

An inside joke， my comingback love：

He can‘t return， but you can?

After an hour， the court is swept， and reassumes

the waiting face of the bereft. But you—

the sky turns blue with your held breath.

经典简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇二

Searchers

by D. Nurkse

We gave our dogs a button to sniff，

or a tissue， and they bounded off

confident in their training，

in the power of their senses

to re-create the body，

but after eighteen hours in rubble

where even steel was pulverized

they curled on themselves

and stared up at us

and in their soft huge eyes

we saw mirrored the longing for death：

then we had to beg a stranger

to be a victim and crouch

behind a girder， and let the dogs

discover him and tug him

proudly， with suppressed yaps，

back to Command and the rows

of empty triage tables.

But who will hide from us?

Who will keep digging for us

here in the cloud of ashes?

经典简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇三

Trickster

by Sherwin Bitsui

He was there——

before the rising action rose to meet this acre cornered by thirst，

before birds swallowed bathwater and exploded in midsentence，

before the nameless

began sipping the blood of ravens from the sun's knotted atlas.

He was there，

sleeping with one eye clamped tighter than the other，

he looked， when he shouldn't have.

He said， "You are worth the wait，"

in the waiting room of the resurrection of another Reservation

and continued to dig for water， her hands， a road map，

in a bucket of white shells outside the North gate.

He threw a blanket over the denouement slithering onto shore

and saw Indians，

leaning into the beginning，

slip out of turtle shells，

and slide down bottle necks，

aiming for the first pocket of air in the final paragraph.

He saw anthropologists hook a land bridge with their curved spines，

and raised the hunters a full minute above its tollbooth，

saying， "Fire ahead， fire."

When they pointed，

he leapt into the blue dark

on that side of the fence;

it was that simple：

sap drying in the tear ducts of the cut worm，

his ignition switched on——

blue horses grazing northward in the pre-dawn.

经典简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇四

Sediments of Santa Monica

by Brenda Hillman

A left margin watches the sea floor approach

It takes 30 million years

It is the first lover

More saints for Augustine's mother

A girl in red shorts shakes Kafka's

The Trial free of some sand

A left margin watches the watcher from Dover

After the twentieth century these cliffs

Looked like ribbons on braids or dreads

A dream had come right over

With a sort of severe leakage

Ah love let us be true to one another

Went down to the ferris wheel

God's Rolodex

There were neon spikes around everyone

Like the Virgin's spikes

Old punk's mohawk Evidence of inner fire

Rode throwing words off Red current Light swearing

Ah love The century

Had become a little drippy at the end

We're still growing but the stitches hurt Let us be

True to one another for the world

Easy on the myths now

Make it up Sleep well

经典简单的英文诗朗诵稿篇五

Turn of a Year

by Joan Houlihan

This is regret： or a ferret. Snuffling，

stunted， a snout full of snow.

As the end of day shuffles down

the repentant scurry and swarm-

an unstable contrition is born.

Bend down. Look into the lair.

Where newborn pieties spark and strike

I will make my peace as a low bulb

burnt into a dent of snow. A cloth to keep me

from seeping. Light crumpled over a hole.

Why does the maker keep me awake?

He must want my oddments， their glow.