优美英语诗歌赏析
优美英语诗歌赏析
英语诗歌是英语语言的精华。它以最凝练的文字传递时间与空间、物质与精神、理智与情感。诗歌本身包含的丰富社会生活内容和艺术内涵,诗歌语言的独特的美与和谐都使它们具有无穷的魅力。下面学习啦小编为大家带来优美英语诗歌赏析，希望大家喜欢!
优美英语诗歌赏析：一脚刚刚跨出伊甸乐园
One foot in Eden still, I stand
And look across the other land.
The world's great day is growing late,
Yet strange these fields that we have planted
So long with crops of love and hate.
Time's handiworks by time are haunted,
And nothing now can separate
The corn and tares compactly grown.
The armorial weed in stillness bound
About the stalk; these are our own.
Evil and good stand thick around
In the fields of charity and sin
Where we shall lead our harvest in.
Yet still from Eden springs the root
As clean as on the starting day.
Time takes the foliage and the fruit
And burns the archetypal leaf
To shapes of terror and of grief
Scattered along the winter way.
But famished field and blackened tree
Bear flowers in Eden never known.
Blossoms of grief and charity
Bloom in these darkened fields alone.
What had Eden ever to say
Of hope and faith and pity and love
Until was buried all its day
And memory found its treasure trove?
Strange blessings never in Paradise
Fall from these beclouded skies.
一脚刚刚跨出伊甸乐园，
我便站住往外观看。
世界的辉光已近黄昏，
这片土地变得十分怪诞，
在那里我们一直耕耘仇恨、爱恋。
时间的杰作自有时间摧残，
莠草、禾苗相生相伴，
天赐的搭配谁能拆散?
我们的世界就是这样，
酷似稗草紧随秸秆;
在这仁慈与罪过的田野，
善恶交结难以分辨，
我们获取收成年复一年。
然而，它的根却长在伊甸，
从开始的那天便一目了然，
四季带来庄稼收成，
然后又烧焦所有的叶片，
把它们变成恐怖与悲伤的形状，
沿途把冬日的道路撒满。
饥饿的土地与焦黑的树木却开出花朵，
即使伊甸园中也从未看见。
这悲伤与仁慈的花朵啊，
只在焦黑的田野争奇斗艳!
直到它的辉光消失，
直到它的宝藏被记忆发现，
对于希望、信仰、怜悯、爱恋，
伊甸园怎能不哑口无言?
神奇的福佑从不光临天堂，
却从乌云密布的空中降落人间。
优美英语诗歌赏析：空心人
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
我们是空心人，
人形里面空空，
互相依靠，
天哪，满脑由败絮填充!
我们嗓音干燥，
就像枯草遇风，
我们低声交谈，
死寂空洞，
像老鼠爬过破碎的玻璃，
在地窖里发出干瘪的响声。
有体却无形，有色却无影，
缺乏力量的瘫痪，毫无意义的举动。
穿透死亡的帷幕，
人们目光炯炯，
如果真的还能记得我们，
那我们与堕落暴虐的灵魂不同，
我们徒具人形，
只是败絮其中。