give it a go关于英语现代诗歌欣赏
作为人类情感表达的艺术形式,诗歌的语言清新含蓄,深受人们喜爱。英文诗歌是英语民族的文化瑰宝,具有其独特的感染力。下面是店铺带来的关于英语现代诗歌欣赏，欢迎阅读!
关于英语现代诗歌欣赏篇一
Death,be not proud(Holy Sonnet10)
by John Donne
Death， be not proud， though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful， for thou are not so;
For tho whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not， poor Death， nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep， which but thy pictures be，
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow，
And soonest our best men with thee do go，
Rest of their bones， and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate， chance， kings， and desperate men，
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And dost with poison， war， and sickness dwell，
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past， we wake eternally，
And death shall be no more; Death， thou shalt die.
关于英语现代诗歌欣赏篇二
如何快速提高记忆力
Descriptions of Heaven and Hell
by Mark Jarman
meijiao
ara是什么The wave breaks
And I'm carried into it.
This is hell， I know，
Yet my father laughs，
Chest-deep， proving I'm wrong.
We're safely rooted，
Rocked on his toes.
Nothing irked him more
Than asking， "What is there
acdsBeyond death?"
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His theory once was
That love greets you，
And the loveless
Don't know what to say.考研英语复试
关于英语现代诗歌欣赏篇三
Wedding the Lock smith’s Daug
hound dogby Robin Robertson
The slow-grained slide to embed the blade
of the key is a sheathing，
a gliding on graphite， pushing inside
to find the ribs of the lock.
Sunk home， the true key slots to its matrix;
geared， tight-fitting， they turn
together， shooting the spring-lock，
throwing the bolt. Dactyls， iambics——
the clinch of words——the hidden couplings
in the cad machine. A chime of sound
on sound： the way the sung note snibs on meaning
and holds. The lines engage and marry now，
their bells are keeping time;
the church doors clo and open underground.
关于英语现代诗歌欣赏篇四
Directory of Obsolete Securities
by Michael Teig
I could stay here humming
and amu mylf with the window.
The lowing cows you cannot e.
Another month I made up. Another asterisk.
How I wrestle with the newspaper
and other people's pillows.
How I think of Albert，
for he is like the names of the days.
He walks the field
kicking a potato，
dreaming of casinos.
His emissaries get lost in alleyways.
His bridges crawl with teenagers.
The phone rings，
the sky tilts away.
A whole migration of Albert under the office door.
Albert is in the Otzal Alps.
He nds postcards saying
getting to Albert might be difficult.
Airplanes fly over and that is uful.
Albert is in the estuary.
We sit on the porch sharing a swing.
He is as loud as a rifle， over and over.
He clears the fields of crows.
