小小小雨桐
优美的英文诗一、励志英文诗Never give up, Never lose hope. Always have faith, It allows you to cope. Trying times will pass, As they always do. Just have patience, Your dreams will come true. So put on a smile, You'll live through your pain. Know it will pass, And strength you will gain 永不放弃 ， 永不心灰意冷 。 永存信念 ， 它会使你应付自如 。 难捱的时光终将过去 ， 一如既往 。 只要有耐心 ， 梦想就会成真 。 露出微笑 ， 你会走出痛苦 。 相信苦难定会过去 ， 你将重获力量 。二、我和你等于永恒 If I could save time in a bottlethe first thing that I'd like to dois to save every day until eternity passes awayjust to spend them with youIf I could make days last foreverif words could make wishes come trueI'd save every day like a treasure and thenagain I would spend them with you如果我能把时间存入一个瓶子，我要作的第一件事就是，把每一天都存下来直到永恒，再和你一起慢慢度过。如果我能把时间化作永恒，如果我的愿望能一一成真，我会把每天都像宝贝一样存起来，再和你一起慢慢度过。三、感谢有你支持我 Thank you for standing behind meIn all that I doI hope you're as happy with meAs I am with you 感谢你永远支持我，不论我作了些什么，我希望你跟我在一起永远开心，就像我跟你在一起时那么地快乐。四、郁郁葱葱的爱情 My love is like the grasses Hidden in the deep mountains. Though its abundance increase, There is none that knows. 我的爱情 犹如青草，藏在深山。 它郁郁葱葱，却无人知晓。五、想做你所爱的人 I love to be the one you always think of, The one you share the joys and hardships with, I'll always love to be the one you love. 我多想做你时刻思念的人， 你倾诉梦想的人， 与你同甘共苦的人， 我总想做你所爱的人。
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优美的英文诗如下：
When we two parted当初我们两分别时。
In silence and tears,只有沉默和眼泪。
half broken-hearted心儿几乎要破碎。
to sever for years,得分隔多少年岁。
pale grew thy cheek and cold,你的脸苍白又冰冷。
colder thy kiss;你的吻更寒意逼人。
truly that hour foretold那一刻正预示了。
sorrow to this!我今日的悲伤。
the dew of the morning 那天冰冷的朝露。
sunk chill on my brow-滴在我的额头。
it felt like the warning它似乎警示了。
of what I feel now.我此刻的痛楚。
thy vows are all broken,你背弃了所有的誓言。
and light is thy fame:名声也轻飘似云。
I hear thy name spoken,听到别人提到你的名字。
and share in its shame.我也感到无地自容。
英文诗特点：
1、本质上：属于诗，也属于散文﹐有诗的情绪和幻想﹐有散文的外观和内涵，给读者美和想象。
2、内容上：保留了有诗意的散文性细节。
3、形式上：有散文的外观﹐不像诗歌那样分行和押韵﹐但不乏内在的音韵美和节奏感。
karastt823
英语诗歌因其节奏、思想意义及艺术价值,在英语教学中占有一席之地。我整理了有关经典的英文诗句，欢迎阅读!
Survivor
by Vijay Seshadri
We hold it against you that you survived.
People better than you are dead，
but you still punch the clock.
Your body has wizened but has not bled
its substance out on the killing floor
or flatlined in intensive care
or vanished after school
or stepped off the ledge in despair.
Of all those you started with，
only you are still around;
only you have not been listed with
the defeated and the drowned.
So how could you ever win our respect?——
you， who had the sense to duck，
you， with your strength almost intact
and all your good luck.
Syrinx
by Amy Clampitt
Like the foghorn that's all lung，
the wind chime that's all percussion，
like the wind itself， that's merely air
in a terrible fret， without so much
as a finger to articulate
what ails it， the aeolian
syrinx， that reed
in the throat of a bird，
when it comes to the shaping of
what we call consonants， is
too imprecise for consensus
about what it even seems to
be saying： is it o-ka-lee
or con-ka-ree， is it really jug jug，
is it cuckoo for that matter?——
much less whether a bird's call
means anything in
particular， or at all.
Syntax comes last， there can be
no doubt of it： came last，
can be thought of (is
thought of by some) as a
higher form of expression：
is， in extremity， first to
be jettisoned： as the diva
onstage， all soaring
pectoral breathwork，
takes off， pure vowel
breaking free of the dry，
the merely fricative
husk of the particular， rises
past saying anything， any
more than the wind in
the trees， waves breaking，
or Homer's gibbering
Thespesiae iache：
those last-chance vestiges
above the threshold， the all-
but dispossessed of breath.
Sweat
by Sandra Alcosser
Friday night I entered a dark corridor
rode to the upper floors with men who filled
the stainless elevator with their smell.
Did you ever make a crystal garden， pour salt
into water， keep pouring until nothing more dissolved?
A landscape will bloom in that saturation.
My daddy's body shop floats to the surface
like a submarine. Men with nibblers and tin snips
buffing skins， sanding curves under clamp lights.
I grew up curled in the window of a 300 SL
Gullwing， while men glided on their backs
through oily rainbows below me.
They torqued lugnuts， flipped fag ends
into gravel. Our torch song
had one refrain——oh the pain of loving you.
Friday nights they'd line the shop sink， naked
to the waist， scour down with Ajax， spray water
across their necks and up into their armpits.
Babies have been conceived on sweat alone——
the buttery scent of a woman's breast，
the cumin of a man. From the briny odor
of black lunch boxes——cold cuts， pickles，
waxed paper——my girl flesh grows.
From the raunchy fume of strangers.
Queen Maeve
by Eloise Bruce
Dreaming within these walls all night，
we woke with both eyes open，
barely winking at the morning light.
We shower and sing with the long-legged fly.
Queen Maeve keeps time in the attic，
and the pig-keepers roar in the toy box below stairs.
Turn out the lamp whose fringe rhymes with orange.
Our words wait in sun-melted butter.
We'll eat our troubles with bubbling metaphor，
punctuate the teapot with boiling time，
hang the wash out on the line.
Today， we'll scrub and paint the walls
using colors we don't yet recognize.
The key in the door shines.
Come in. The poem is just here. Come inside.
Question
by May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?
喵喵咪儿
英语诗歌是一个包含丰富社会生活内容、语言艺术和文化内涵的世界,是基础英语教学的一块很有潜力的教学资源。我整理了有关著名的英文诗，欢迎阅读!
let it be forgotten
忘掉它
by sarah teasdale
余光中 译
let it be forgotten，as a flower is forgotten，
忘掉它，就像忘掉一朵花，
forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
就像忘掉炼过黄金的火焰，
let it be forgotten forever and ever,
忘掉它，永远永远。
time is a kind friend，he will make us old.
时间是良友，它会使我们变成老年。
if anyone asks，say it was forgotten
如果有人问起，就说已经忘记，
long and long go,
在很早，很早的往昔
as a flower，as a fire，as a hushed footfall
像花，像火，像静静的足音
in a long-forgotten snow.
在早被遗忘的雪里。
the embankment
堤岸
by thomas ernest hulme
王道余 译
(the fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold,bitter night.)
(一个潦倒绅士在一个寒冷刺骨夜晚的幻想曲)
once, in finesse of fiddles found i ecstasy,
曾经，在小提琴的精妙里我找到狂喜，
in the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
伴随着坚硬地板上金色脚跟的闪闪。
now see i
现在我发现
that warmth's the very stuff of poesy.
温暖才是诗意的本质。
oh, god, make small
啊，上帝，把它变小吧，
the old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
天空这吞噬星星的巨毯，
that i may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
让我能够裹在身上，在温暖中安眠。
秋 autumn
by thomas ernest hulme
a touch of cold in the autumn night -
秋夜感凉意。
i walked abroad,
步庭里，
and saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
却见晕月斜倚篱，
like a red-faced farmer.
红脸农夫何似!
i did not stop to speak, but nodded;
未停语，点头时，
and round about were the wistful stars
周天群星皆沉思，
with white faces like town children.
恰似城里儿童白脸皮。
the snow man 雪人
《雪中人》
原作：华莱士·史蒂文斯
by wallace stevens
翻译：介末花花
one must have a mind of winter
to regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
必有冰心，以察寒霜。
松枝负雪，臃臃其上。
and have been cold a long time
to behold the junipers shagged with ice,
the spruces rough in the distant glitter
必经九寒，以视冰柏。
远杉映日，烁烁冷光。
of the january sun; and not to think
of any misery in the sound of the wind,
in the sound of a few leaves,
于兹元月，尽失余殇。
风息翏翏，寒叶飘响。
which is the sound of the land
full of the same wind
that is blowing in the same bare place
斯为天籁，绪风充荡。
大块噫气，窍穴和唱。
for the listener, who listens in the snow,
and, nothing himself, beholds
nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
斯为天籁，绪风充荡。
大块噫气，窍穴和唱。
