英文詩(shī)歌通常句子短小,語(yǔ)言精練,詩(shī)者運(yùn)用有限的字?jǐn)?shù)表達(dá)其無(wú)限的思想情感。在詩(shī)歌中運(yùn)用修辭的目的就是要表達(dá)出所有的思想和內(nèi)涵,并且避免贅述。下面是由帶來(lái)的每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌，歡迎閱讀!
【篇一】每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌精選
Seal sat High Island
by Hayden Carruth
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago，
a sweet town， bleak， God knows，
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When Hank set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my heart would burst.
And Brad M. pressing with the
soft stick and Joe-Anne
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Tower， leaning
on one another， too tired
to go home. But don't say a word，
don't tell a soul， they wouldn't
understand， they couldn't， never
in a million years， how fine，
how magnificent we were.
【篇二】每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌精選
selections from Vertumnal
by Stephen Yenser
Close call， close call， close call： this early in the morning
The raucous crows' raw caws are ricochets off rock.
Afloat on wire from a dead tree's branch a piece of charred limb
Repeats a finch that perched on it in its last life.
Here under the pergola， loaded with green wistaria，
Misty air wistful with a few late lavender clusters，
Light falling in petal-sized spots across the notebook page
(Falling just now for instance on the phrase Light falling)，
And under the feeder where the thumb-sized Calliope hummer
Hovers like a promising word on wings thrumming
To slip her bill-straw past the busy sugar ants
Through the red flower's grill into the sweetened red water，
And over there in your "office" under the lean-to under the crabapple，
Its fruit (like tiny ottomans) rotting sweetly on the branch
(Bouquet of Calvados and fresh tobacco)，
Where in the midst of spades and pruners， hatchets， hoes， and shears，
Trowels， dibbles， rakes， and sickles you ground your axes，
Sharpened your wits， filed your notes and journals，
Moving through the garden， through all you made of where you lived——
You catch your ex-son-in-law， taking photos， figs， and notes on notes.
【篇三】每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌精選
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
【篇一】每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌精選
Seal sat High Island
by Hayden Carruth
Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago，
a sweet town， bleak， God knows，
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When Hank set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my heart would burst.
And Brad M. pressing with the
soft stick and Joe-Anne
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Tower， leaning
on one another， too tired
to go home. But don't say a word，
don't tell a soul， they wouldn't
understand， they couldn't， never
in a million years， how fine，
how magnificent we were.
【篇二】每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌精選
selections from Vertumnal
by Stephen Yenser
Close call， close call， close call： this early in the morning
The raucous crows' raw caws are ricochets off rock.
Afloat on wire from a dead tree's branch a piece of charred limb
Repeats a finch that perched on it in its last life.
Here under the pergola， loaded with green wistaria，
Misty air wistful with a few late lavender clusters，
Light falling in petal-sized spots across the notebook page
(Falling just now for instance on the phrase Light falling)，
And under the feeder where the thumb-sized Calliope hummer
Hovers like a promising word on wings thrumming
To slip her bill-straw past the busy sugar ants
Through the red flower's grill into the sweetened red water，
And over there in your "office" under the lean-to under the crabapple，
Its fruit (like tiny ottomans) rotting sweetly on the branch
(Bouquet of Calvados and fresh tobacco)，
Where in the midst of spades and pruners， hatchets， hoes， and shears，
Trowels， dibbles， rakes， and sickles you ground your axes，
Sharpened your wits， filed your notes and journals，
Moving through the garden， through all you made of where you lived——
You catch your ex-son-in-law， taking photos， figs， and notes on notes.
【篇三】每日必讀英語(yǔ)詩(shī)歌精選
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