关于外国诗歌赏析英文版
关于外国诗歌赏析英文版
英语诗歌同建筑艺术一样,也需要追求外在的视觉艺术和造型艺术,讲究外部的象形、对称、参差和魅力,所以诗歌语言也具有建筑艺术美感。下面是学习啦小编带来的关于英文版诗歌赏析，欢迎阅读!
关于英文版诗歌赏析篇一
The Bight 海湾
[ON MY BIRTHDAY]生日纪念
At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches,
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,
the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.
One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire
one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.
The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock
already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.
The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash
into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard.
it seems to me, like pickaxes,
rarely coming up with anything to show for it,
and going off with humorous elbowings,
Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar
on impalpable drafts
and open their tails like scissors on the curves
or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.
The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in
with the obliging air of retrievers,
bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks
and decorated with bobbles of sponges.
There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock
where, glinting like little plowshares,
the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry
for the Chinese-restaurant trade.
Some of the little white boats are still piled up
against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,
and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm.
like torn-open, unanswered letters.
the bight is littered with old correspondences.
Click. Click. Goes the dredge,
and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.
All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.
海潮退到这样的时候，水便分外清澈了。
白色的石灰泥滩，层层露出水来，浪纹斑驳，闪耀亮眼。
条条小船，晒得干干的;根根木桩，则干得像火柴棒。
吸收而非被吸收，
海湾里的水弄不湿任何东西，
而且呈现出一种瓦斯火开至最低时的颜色。
你可以闻到那海水正转化成瓦斯;假如你是波特莱尔的话
你说不定可以听到那海水正转化成马林巴木琴的声音。
而码头尾端，一个褐色小型捞网正在那里捞着
一直在那里以绝对冷硬的调子，打着双节棒，伴奏着。
水鸟都是特大号的。鹈鹕哗啦冲
入这一泓奇异的瓦斯之中，真是小题大作，
这景象对我来说，有点像鹤嘴锄，
一锄下去，拉回来看看，什么也没有，
于是只好游到一边，样子滑稽的挤入鹈鹕堆里去了。
黑白相间的军舰鸟翱翔在
捉摸不定的气流里
尾巴张开，如剪刀弯弯裁过
尾巴紧绷，如叉骨绷然颤动。
腥臭的海绵船不断的开了进来
以一种猎狗衔回东西般的殷勤姿态，
上面竖立着稻草人般的鱼叉鱼钩
装饰着垂悬吊幌的海绵。
沿着码头，有一排方格铁丝网墙
上面，挂着闪闪发光犁刀般
灰蓝鲨的尾巴，一条条的，在那里风干，
准备卖给中国餐馆。
一些白色的小船，仍然相互靠在一起
堆着放，或侧着放，船身破裂，
还没修好(要是将来真还会去修的话)，都是上回暴风弄坏的，
像一封封拆开而没有回复的信。
这小海湾内到处都丢着废弃的信件。
卡啦卡啦，捞网上下捞着，
捞上来滴滴答答一大堆石灰泥。
所有乱七八糟的事都在进行着，糟是糟透了，不过却满愉快的。
by Elizabeth Bishop 1911-1979
关于英文版诗歌赏析篇二
The Sea 海
(1)
The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!海啊!海啊!辽阔的大海!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free! 碧蓝，清新，永远地自由自在!
Without a mark, without a bound, 没有标志，没有境界，
It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; 它围绕着大地;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; 与云彩嬉戏，向苍穹嘲弄;
Or like a cradled creature lies. 间或婴儿似地静躺在摇篮里。
(2)
I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! 我在海上!我在海上!
I am where I would ever be; 这儿是我永远愿待的地方;
With the blue above, and the blue below, 上有蓝蓝的天，下有蓝蓝的海，
And silence wheresoe'er I go; 处处都是一片寂寞，
If a storm should come and awake the deep,即使风浪将来唤醒大海，
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.有甚么关系?驾舟，就寝皆由我。
(3)
I love (oh! how I love) to ride 我乐于(啊!我多么乐于)航行，
On the fierce foaming bursting tide,在泡沫凶恶而崩裂的潮水上，
When every mad wave drowns the moon, 此时狂浪吞没了月影，
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, 啸声高奏着风暴曲，
And tells how goes the world below, 倾诉底下的世界是何等模样，
And why the south-west blasts do blow. 西南风又为何而吹。
(4)
I never was on the dull tame shore 我从不留恋单调温驯的海岸，
but I lov'd the great Sea more and more, 只是愈来愈沉迷于海上，
And backwards flew to her billowy breast, 像鸟儿寻找母巢一般，
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; 忽忙地飞回那涛涛巨浪的怀抱;
And mother she was, and is to me; 对我而言她就是慈母;
For I was born on the open Sea! 因为我生长在海上!
by Bryan W. Procter, 1787-1874
关于英文版诗歌赏析篇三
The Lamb 小羊
(1)
Little Lamb, who made thee? 小羊，你是谁造的?
Dost thou know who made thee? 你可知道谁造你的?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed 赐你生命、教你吃草
By the stream and o'er the mead: 在溪畔、在牧场那边;
Gave thee clothing of delight, 给你可爱的衣裳，
Softest clothing, woolly, bright; 最最柔软、覆满羊毛、闪闪发光;
Gave thee such a tender voice, 给你如此娇嫩的声音，
Making all the vales rejoice? 使山谷上下为之喜悦?
Little Lamb, who made thee? 小羊，你是谁造的?
Dost thou know who made thee? 你可知道谁造你的?
(2)
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee; 小羊，小羊，我来告诉你;
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, 小羊，小羊，我来告诉你;
He is called by thy name, 衪以你之名为名，
For He calls Himself a Lamb. 因为衪称自己为小羊。
He is meek and He is mild; 衪既温顺又和善;
He became a little child. 当衪降生，便成为一个小孩。
I a child, and thou a lamb, 我是小孩，你是小羊，
We are called by His name. 我们都是以衪之名为名。
Little Lamb, God bless thee! 小羊，愿神祝福你!
Little Lamb, God bless thee! 小羊，愿神祝福你!
by William Blake
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