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关于最经典优美的英文诗歌

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关于最经典优美的英文诗歌

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  关于最经典优美的英文诗歌篇1

  Portrait of Madame Monet on Her Deathbed

  by Mary Rose O'Reilley

  Monet confided to his journal, "All the while she was dying, I could not stop painting her face."

  —Monet at Vétheuil

  He will paint her again as grain;

  now she is fog

  the chantilly fog of the Seine:

  avoiding no hint of the slow dissolve,

  the bandage around her jaw,

  rigor's cramp at the lip,

  how death abraded and hollowed her,

  while he remembered light.

  Had he a failed heart

  or a wholly transfigured eye

  that knew her tonight as water

  convulsion and sky?

  that stared through layers of the body

  at more than it took to die?

  关于最经典优美的英文诗歌篇2

  On a Line from Valéry (The Gulf War)

  by Carolyn Kizer

  The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares

  With a great burst of supernatural rose

  Under a canopy of poisonous airs.

  Could we imagine our return to prayers

  To end in time before time's final throes,

  The green sky dying as the last tree flares?

  But we were young in judgement, old in years

  Who could make peace; but it was war we chose,

  To spread its canopy of poisoning airs.

  Not all our children's pleas and women's fears

  Could steer us from this hell. And now God knows

  His whole green sky is dying as it flares.

  Our crops of wheat have turned to fields of tares.

  This dreadful century staggers to its close

  And the sky dies for us, its poisoned heirs.

  All rain was dust. Its granules were our tears.

  Throats burst as universal winter rose

  To kill the whole green sky, the last tree bare

  Beneath its canopy of poisoned air.

  关于最经典优美的英文诗歌篇3

  Portrait of God on Work Release

  by Peter Jay Shippy

  I walk in the park and select a maple leaf.

  With my Sharpie I write:YOU ARE HERE.

  Carefully, I place the leaf back where I found it.

  关于最经典优美的英文诗歌篇4

  On a Night Like This

  by Michael Teig

  When he couldn't sleep and his sight got going

  he noted the colors on the back of each painting;

  this one forest blue, that gunpowder,

  one blue to make the yellow tell,

  and one bluer than that.

  Certain nights only the rain will have

  its say, troubling the downspout.

  When morning came

  he chose a white shirt

  (they're all white) and followed the buttons down.

  At least he says there is Billie Holiday

  and the plants bring every green with them.

  When I make his breakfast, the bed,

  sweep the house out with a broom,

  he stands by the window longer than one should.

  I know he believes in progress

  even if it's the kind you can't see.

  When his sons grew tall and remote

  and moved to cities he'd barely heard of,

  he talked to them on Sundays.

  Though perhaps it's too late

  a silk rose in his lapel.

  When I came back some nights

  I saw him caught beneath a streetlamp

  talking with the girl he loved turning his palm over

  like a phrase he couldn't remember.

  I saw the night come down around them one hand turning

  and how she turned in the dark

  and smiled, blue scarf on her head,

  blue dog at her feet, blue attic between the stars.

  关于最经典优美的英文诗歌篇5

  On Becoming a Poet in the 1950s

  by Stephen Beal

  There was love and there was trees.

  Either you could stay inside and probe your emotions

  or you could go outside and keenly observe nature.

  Describe the sheen on carapaces,

  the effect of breeze on grass.

  What's the fag doing now? Dad would say.

  Picking the nose of his heart?

  Wanking off on a daffodil?

  He's not homosexual, Mom would retort, using her apron as a potholder to

  remove the apple brown betty from the oven.

  He's sensitive. He cares.

  He wishes to impart values and standards to an indifferent world.

  Wow! said Dad, stomping off to the pantry for another scotch. Two poets in

  the family. Ain't I a lucky duck?

  As fate would have it, I became one of your tweedy English teachers, what

  Dad would call a daffodil-wanker,

  and Mom ended up doing needlepoint, seventy-two kneelers for St. Fred's

  before she expired of the heart broken on the afternoon that Dad

  roared off with the Hell's Angels.

  We heard a little from Big Sur. A beard. Tattoos. A girlfriend named Strawberry.

  A boyfriend named Thor.

  Bars and pot and coffeehouses, stuff like that.

  After years of quotation by younger poets, admiration but no real notice,

  Dad is making the anthologies now.

  Critics cite his primal rage, the way he nails Winnetka.

  
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