经典英文诗歌阅读三篇
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经典英文诗歌阅读三篇
【篇一】经典英文诗歌阅读
What Wild-Eyed Murderer
by Peter Meinke
We shouldn‘t worship suffering:the world’s
a spinning rack where suffering indicates
all goes well we‘re alive and not curled
up in the black hushhush death dictates
as its first condition: no screaming there
We crown ourselves with thorns of past transgressions Sharp spears of deed spare
no rib of pain: around the cross crashed common lightning usual blood Who earns
our reverence should break both cross and crutch in the face of suffering: while the rack turns and tightens they‘ll smile at the sense of touch Suffering‘s too common to be worth
anything joy too rare to be priced
The saints we search for will embrace the earth:what wild-eyed murderer suffers less than Christ?
【篇二】经典英文诗歌阅读
What the Chairman Told Tom
by Basil Bunting
Poetry? It's a hobby.
I run model trains.
Mr. Shaw there breeds pigeons.
It's not work. You dont sweat.
Nobody pays for it.
You could advertise soap.
Art, that's opera; or repertory——The Desert Song.
Nancy was in the chorus.
But to ask for twelve pounds a week——married, aren't you?——
you've got a nerve.
How could I look a bus conductor
in the face
if I paid you twelve pounds?
Who says it's poetry, anyhow?
My ten year old
can do it and rhyme.
I get three thousand and expenses,
a car, vouchers,
but I'm an accountant.
They do what I tell them,
my company.
What do you do?
Nasty little words, nasty long words,
it's unhealthy.
I want to wash when I meet a poet.
They're Reds, addicts,
all delinquents.
What you write is rot.
Mr. Hines says so, and he's a schoolteacher,he ought to know.
Go and find work
【篇三】经典英文诗歌阅读
Diving into the Wreck
by Adrienne Rich
First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
I am having to do this
not like Cousteau with his assiduous team
aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone.
There is a ladder.
The ladder is always there hanging innocently
close to the side of the schooner. We know what it is for,
we who have used it.
Otherwise
it is a piece of maritime floss some sundry equipment.
I go down.
Rung after rung and still
the oxygen immerses me