英文诗歌欣赏

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　　1.诗歌欣赏：English poem，Every Day

　　Every day I need you Lord

英文诗歌欣赏6首

　　But this day especially，

　　I need some extra strength

　　To face what ever is to be．

　　This day more than any day

　　I need to feel you near，

　　To fortify my courage

　　And to overcome my fear．

　　By myself，I cannot meet

　　The challenge of the hour，

　　There are times when humans help，

　　But we need a higher power

　　To assist us bear what must be borne，

　　and so dear Lord，I pray

　　Hold on to my trembling hand

　　And be near me today．

　　2.诗歌欣赏:A noiseless patient spider

　　I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated，

　　Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding，

　　It launch'd forth filament， filament， filament， out of itself，

　　Ever unreeling them， ever tirelessly speeding them．

　　And you O my soul where you stand，

　　Surrounded， detached， in measureless oceans of space，

　　Ceaselessly musing， venturing， throwing， seeking the spheres to connect them，

　　Till the bridge you will need be form'd， till the ductile anchor hold，

　　Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere， O my soul．

　　3.诗歌欣赏：Epistle from Mrs.Yonge to Her Husband

　　by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

　　Think not this paper comes with vain pretense

　　To move your pity， or to mourn th' offense．

　　Too well I know that hard obdurate heat；

　　No softening mercy there will take my part，

　　Nor can a woman's arguments prevail，

　　When even your patron's wise example fails．

　　But this last privilege I still retain；

　　Th' oppressed and injured always may complain

　　Too， too severely laws of honor bind

　　The weak submissive sex of womankind．

　　If sighs have gained or force compelled our hand，

　　Deceived by art， or urged by stern command，

　　Whatever motive binds the fatal tie，

　　The judging world expects our constancy．

　　Just heaven！（for sure in heaven does justice reign，

　　Though tricks below that sacred name profane）

　　To you appealing I submit my cause，

　　Nor fear a judgment from impartial laws．

　　All bargains but conditional are made；

　　The purchase void， the creditor unpaid；

　　Defrauded servants are from service free；

　　A wounded slave regains his liberty．

　　For wives ill used no remedy remains，

　　To daily racks condemned， and to eternal chains．

　　From whence is this unjust distinction grown?

　　Are we not formed with passions like your own?

　　Nature with equal fire our souls endued，

　　Our minds as haughty， and as warm as our blood；

　　O'er the wide world your pleasures you pursue，

　　The change is justified by something new；

　　But we must sigh in silence——and be true．

　　Our sex's weakness you expose and blame

　　（Of every prattling fop the common theme），

　　Yet from this weakness you suppose is due

　　Sublimer virtue that your Cato knew．

　　Had heaven designed us trials so severe，

　　It would have formed our tempers then to bear．

　　And I have borne （oh what have I not borne！）

　　The pang of jealousy， the insults of scorn．

　　Wearied at length， I from your sight remove，

　　And place my future hopes in secret love．

　　In the gay bloom of glowing youth retired，

　　I quit the woman's joy to be admired，

　　With that small pension your hard heart allows，

　　Renounce your fortune， and release your vows．

　　To custom （though unjust） so much is due；

　　I hide my frailty from the public view．

　　My conscience clear， yet sensible of shame，

　　My life I hazard， to preserve my fame．

　　And I prefer this low inglorious state

　　To vile dependence on the thing I hate——

　　But you pursue me to this last retreat．

　　Dragged into light， my tender crime is shown

　　And every circumstance of fondness known．

　　Beneath the shelter of the law you stand，

　　And urge my ruin with a cruel hand，

　　While to my fault thus rigidly severe，

　　Tamely submissive to the man you fear．

　　This wretched outcast， this abandoned wife，

　　Has yet this joy to sweeten shameful life：

　　By your mean conduct， infamously loose，

　　You are at once my accuser and excuse．

　　Let me be damned by the censorious prude

　　（Stupidly dull， or spiritually lewd），

　　My hapless case will surely pity find

　　From every just and reasonable mind．

　　When to the final sentence I submit，

　　The lips condemn me， but their souls acquit．

　　No more my husband， to your pleasures go，

　　The sweets of your recovered freedom know．

　　Go： court the brittle friendship of the great，

　　Smile at his board， or at his levee wait；

　　And when dismissed， to madam's toilet fly，

　　More than her chambermaids， or glasses， lie，

　　Tell her how young she looks， how heavenly fair，

　　Admire the lilies and the roses there．

　　Your high ambition may be gratified，

　　Some cousin of her own be made your bride，

　　And you the father of a glorious race

　　Endowed with Ch——l's strength and Low——r's face．

　　4.诗歌欣赏：Epitaph X

　　by Thomas Heise

　　My birthright I have traded for a petal dress

　　and a summer eulogy． I have pawned my soul

　　for this opal ring， the color of a pale， taxidermied eye．

　　If I could carry calla lilies on my shoulder once more

　　like an umbrella in daylight， I would lean them

　　on the cemetery gate and sleep until the groundskeeper found me．

　　For some of us， beauty is carcinoma．

　　The saint‘s stigmata is god’s rose， bestowed

　　for forgoing a human lover， who will， of course， die．

　　I died last year． My mother made her tears into crystal

　　earrings and clipped them to my ears． “Son， you will

　　pay for your sin，“ my father spoke from his throne of glass．

　　Stars burn a sharp， white nacre until they evaporate．

　　The moon‘s flamingo unfolds her iodine wings over the broken city．

　　My necropolis． My teeth are the fruit of your olive tree．

　　5.诗歌欣赏：Buying Stock

　　by Denise Duhamel

　　"……The use of condoms offers substantial protection， but does not

　　guarantee total protection and that while

　　there is no evidence that deep kissing has resulted in

　　transfer of the virus， no one can say that such transmission

　　would be absolutely impossible．"

　　——The Surgeon General， 1987

　　I know you won't mind if I ask you to put this on．

　　It's for your protection as well as mine——Wait．

　　Wait． Here， before we rush into anything

　　I've bought a condom for each one of your fingers． And here——

　　just a minute——Open up．

　　I'll help you put this one on， over your tongue．

　　I was thinking：

　　If we leave these two rolled， you can wear them

　　as patches over your eyes． Partners have been known to cry，

　　shed tears， bodily fluids， at all this trust， at even the thought

　　of this closeness．．

　　6.诗歌欣赏：Epithalamium

　　by Matthew Rohrer

　　In the middle garden is the secret wedding，

　　that hides always under the other one

　　and under the shiny things of the other one． Under a tree

　　one hand reaches through the grainy dusk toward another．

　　Two right hands． The ring is a weed that will surely die．

　　There is no one else for miles，

　　and even those people far away are deaf and blind．

　　There is no one to bless this．

　　There are the dark trees， and just beyond the trees．

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