真真麻烦啊
诗歌朗读、学习诗歌、并进行诗歌创作和翻译过程中都是一种美的感受,能够让学生体会其特有的韵律美,尽情发挥想象,驰骋在诗歌的海洋中。我整理了优美经典的英文诗句，欢迎阅读!
Nothing Stays Put
by Amy Clampitt
In memory of Father Flye， 1884-1985
The strange and wonderful are too much with us.
The protea of the antipodes——a great，
globed， blazing honeybee of a bloom——
for sale in the supermarket! We are in
our decadence， we are not entitled.
What have we done to deserve
all the produce of the tropics——
this fiery trove， the largesse of it
heaped up like cannonballs， these pineapples， bossed
and crested， standing like troops at attention，
these tiers， these balconies of green， festoons
grown sumptuous with stoop labor?
The exotic is everywhere， it comes to us
before there is a yen or a need for it. The green-
grocers， uptown and down， are from South Korea.
Orchids， opulence by the pailful， just slightly
fatigued by the plane trip from Hawaii， are
disposed on the sidewalks; alstroemerias， freesias
fattened a bit in translation from overseas; gladioli
likewise estranged from their piercing ancestral crimson;
as well as， less altered from the original blue cornflower
of the roadsides and railway embankments of Europe， these
bachelor's buttons. But it isn't the railway embankments
their featherweight wheels of cobalt remind me of， it's
a row of them among prim colonnades of cosmos，
snapdragon， nasturtium， bloodsilk red poppies，
in my grandmother's garden： a prairie childhood，
the grassland shorn， overlaid with a grid，
unsealed， furrowed， harrowed and sown with immigrant grasses，
their massive corduroy， their wavering feltings embroidered
here and there by the scarlet shoulder patch of cannas
on a courthouse lawn， by a love knot， a cross stitch
of living matter， sown and tended by women，
nurturers everywhere of the strange and wonderful，
beneath whose hands what had been alien begins，
as it alters， to grow as though it were indigenous.
But at this remove what I think of as
strange and wonderful， strolling the side streets of Manhattan
on an April afternoon， seeing hybrid pear trees in blossom，
a tossing， vertiginous colonnade of foam， up above——
is the white petalfall， the warm snowdrift
of the indigenous wild plum of my childhood.
Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.
All that we know， that we're
made of， is motion
Outside
by Michael Ryan
The dead thing mashed into the street
the crows are squabbling over isn't
her， nor are their raucous squawks
the quiet cawing from her throat
those final hours she couldn't speak.
But the racket irks him.
It seems a cruel intrusion into grief
so mute it will never be expressed
no matter how loud or long the wailing
he might do. Nor could there be a word
that won't debase it， no matter
how kind or who it comes from.
She knew how much he loved her.
That must be his consolation
when he must talk to buy necessities.
Every place will be a place without her.
What people will see when they see him
pushing a shopping cart or fetching mail
is just a neatly dressed polite old man
Outside Abilene
by Harley Elliott
the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.
On the mexican radio station
they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos
and that is exactly it tonight.
The spirit of my dreams
rises in the storm like vapor.
Deep clouds bulge together and below them
we are a tiny constellation of lights
the car laid under sheets of lightning
moving straight in to the night.
Before us are miles and miles of water and wind
Outskirts
by Tomas Transtromer (Translated by Robert Bly)
Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch.
It's a transitional place， in stalemate， neither country nor city.
Construction cranes on the horizon want to take the big leap，
but the clocks are against it.
Concrete piping scattered around laps at the light with cold tongues.
Auto-body shops occupy old barns.
Stones throw shadows as sharp as objects on the moon surface.
And these sites keep on getting bigger
like the land bought with Judas' silver： "a potter's field for burying strangers."
Ox Cart Manby Donald Hall
In October of the year，
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field，
counting the seed， counting
the cellar's portion out，
and bags the rest on the cart's floor.
He packs wool sheared in April， honey
in combs， linen， leather
tanned from deerhide，
and vinegar in a barrel
hoped by hand at the forge's fire.
He walks by his ox's head， ten days
to Portsmouth Market， and sells potatoes，
and the bag that carried potatoes，
flaxseed， birch brooms， maple sugar， goose
feathers， yarn.
When the cart is empty he sells the cart.
When the cart is sold he sells the ox，
harness and yoke， and walks
home， his pockets heavy
with the year's coin for salt and taxes，
and at home by fire's light in November cold
stitches new harness
for next year's ox in the barn，
and carves the yoke， and saws planks
building the cart again
胖哥high吃
一、《爱尔兰人之歌》
作者：英国珀西·比希·雪莱
1、原文
The star may dissolve, and the fountain of light
May sink intoe'er ending chao's and night,
Our mansions must fall and earth vanish away;
But thy courage, O Erin! may never decay.
See! the wide wasting ruin extends all around,
Our ancestors' dwellings lie sunk on the ground,
Our foes ride in triumph throughout our domains,
And our mightiest horoes streched on the plains.
Ah! dead is the harp which was wont to give pleasure,
Ah! sunk in our sweet country's rapturous measure,
But the war note is weaked, and the clangour of spears,
The dread yell of Slogan yet sounds in our ears.
Ah! where are the heroes! triumphant in death,
Convulsed they recline on the blood-sprinkled heath,
Or the yelling ghosts ride on the blast that sweeps by,
And my countrymen! vengeance! incessantly cry.
2、中文
星辰尽可消逝，寂灭光源
沉沦于无底的混沌深渊，
屋宇崩塌，泥土化为灰烟，
可是，爱尔兰－你的英锐不减！
看！无垠的废墟向四处蔓延，
我们祖先的基业－断壁颓垣；
敌人的铁蹄将咱领土踏遍，
最孔武的勇士－在荒野长眠。
常予欢乐的竖琴－喑哑断弦！
可爱乡土的喜庆－韵味颓然！
战鼓虽渐息，但铿镪的刀剑
氏族战的嚣吼仍如雷耳灌。
英雄何在啊！功成而赴难
挣扎在血泊中，血染石楠；
呼啸的英灵驾着狂风席卷
复仇啊，同胞们！－不停地呐喊！
二、《一朵枯萎的紫罗兰》
作者：英国珀西·比西·雪莱
1、原文
The odor from the flower is gone,
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The color from the flower is flown,
Which glowed of thee, and only thee!
A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart, which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.
I weep ---- my tears revive it not;
I sigh ---- it breathes no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
2、中文
这朵花的芬芳，已经消隐，
像你的吻对我吐露过的气息；
这朵花的颜色，已经凋陨，
它曾使我想起你独有的光辉！
一个萎缩、僵死、空虚的形体，
搁置在我被冷落的胸襟，
以它冷漠、寂静、无声的安息
嘲弄我依旧热烈的痴心。
我哭泣，泪水不能使它复生；
我叹息，不再向我吐露气息；
它静默无声无所怨忧的命运，
正和我应得的那种一样无异。
三、《印度小夜曲》
作者：英国珀西·比希·雪莱
1、原文
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me -- who knows how? --
To thy chamber-window, sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream, --
The champak odors fall
Like sweet thoughts in a dream,
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
O, beloved as thou art!
O, lift me from the grass!
I die, I faint, I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale,
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My Heart beats loud and fast
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!
2、中文
午夜初眠梦见了你，
我从这美梦里醒来，
风儿正悄悄地呼吸，
星星放射着光彩；
午夜初眠梦见了你，
呵，我起来，任凭脚步
（是什么精灵在作祟？）
把我带到你的门户。
漂游的乐曲昏迷在
幽暗而寂静的水上，
金香木的芬芳溶化了，
象梦中甜蜜的想象；
那夜莺已不再怨诉，
怨声死在她的心怀；
让我死在你的怀中吧，
因为你是这么可爱！
哦，把我从草上举起！
我完了！我昏迷，倒下！
让你的爱情化为吻
朝我的眼和嘴唇倾洒。
我的脸苍白而冰冷，
我的心跳得多急切；
哦，快把它压在你心上，
它终将在那儿碎裂。
四、《她走在美丽的光彩里》
作者：英国乔治·戈登·拜伦
1、英文
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty， like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies；
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes；
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies．
One shade more， one ray less，
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress，
Or softly lightens o’er her face；
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure， how dear their dwelling-place．
And on that cheek， and o’er that brow，
So soft， so calm， yet eloquent
The smiles that win， the tints that glow．
But tell of days in goodness spent，
A mind at peace with all below，
A heart whose love is innocent！
2、中文
她走在美丽的光彩中
她走在美的光彩中，像夜晚
皎洁无云而且繁星漫天；
明与暗的最美妙的色泽
在她的仪容和秋波里呈现：
耀目的白天只嫌光太强，
它比那光亮柔和而幽暗。
增加或减少一份明与暗
就会损害这难言的美。
美波动在她乌黑的发上，
或者散布淡淡的光辉
在那脸庞，恬静的思绪
指明它的来处纯洁而珍贵。
呵，那额际，那鲜艳的面颊，
如此温和，平静，而又脉脉含情，
那迷人的微笑，那容颜的光彩，
都在说明一个善良的生命：
她的头脑安于世间的一切，
她的心充溢着真纯的爱情！
五、《我见过你哭》
作者：英国乔治·戈登·拜伦
1、英文
I SAW THEE’WEEP
——George Gordon Byron
I saw thee weep the big bright tear
Came out that eye of blue;
And then me thought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
I see thee smile
the sapphire’s blaze
Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
That filled that glance of thine.
As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
That lightens on the heart.
2、中文
我看过你哭——一滴明亮的泪
涌上了你蓝色的眼珠；
那时候，我心想，这岂不就是
一朵紫罗兰上垂着露；
我看过你笑——蓝宝石的火焰
在你前面也不再发闪，
呵，宝石的闪烁怎能比得上
你那一瞥的灵活的光线。
仿佛是乌云从远方的太阳
得到浓厚而柔和的色彩，
就是冉冉的黄昏的暗影
也不能将它从天空逐开；
你那微笑给我阴沉的脑中
也灌注了纯洁的欢乐；
你的容光留下了光明一闪，
直似太阳在我心里放射。
无敌花花Nancy
英语诗歌的特点是短小精悍,语言简练,注重押韵,具有丰富的想象力,是英语文学中的瑰宝。我精心收集了唯美经典英文诗句，供大家欣赏学习!
Twenty-Four Years
二十四年
Dylan Thomas
狄兰 托马斯
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
回顾二十四年的岁月，我的眼里充满泪水。
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
(埋葬死者以免他们在阵痛中步向坟地。)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
我曾蹲在天然门廊的腹沟里，
Sewing a shroud for a journey
像个裁缝，借用一吞食切的阳光，
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
缝制一件旅行用的寿衣。
Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,
盛装就死，肉欲之徜徉已开始，
With my red veins full of money,
我的红色血管里满是金钱，
In the final direction of the elementary town
朝着小市镇最后的方向
I advance for as long as forever is.
我永久地前行。
Night on the Prairies
草原之夜
Walt Whitman
沃尔特 惠特曼
Night on the prairies,
草原的夜晚，
The supper is over, the fire on the ground bums low,
晚餐过了，火在地上轻轻地燃烧，
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
疲倦了的牧民裹着他们的毯子睡着了，
I walk by myself-I stand and look at the stars,
我独自散步——我站着观望星星，
which I think now never realized before.
那些我以前从没有注意过的星星。
Now I absorb immortality and peace,
现在我想着永生与和平，
I admire death and test propositions.
我羡慕死亡，我思考各种问题。
How plenteous! how spiritual! how resume!
多么丰饶!多么崇高!多么简明哟!
The same old man and soul-the same old aspirations,
同样的老人和灵魂——同样的旧有的渴望，
and the same content.
同样的满足。
I was thinking the day most splendid
我一直以为白天最为光辉灿烂，
till I saw what the not-day exhibited,
直到我看见黑夜所展示的一切，
I was thinking this globe enough
我一直以为这个地球已经足够，
till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other
直到在我的周围无声地涌现出千万个其他的星球
globes.
现在空间和永恒的伟大思想已占据了我，
Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me
我要以它们来测量我自己，
I will measure myself by them,
现在我接触到其他星球的生命，
And now touch'd with the lives of other globes arrived as far
这生命跟地球上的生命一样
along as those of the earth,
来自遥远的地方，
Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the earth
或是即将来临，
I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my own life,
或是已经超越了地球上的生命，
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine,
此后我将不再漠视它们，正如我不漠视我己的生命，
or waiting to arrive.
或者那些在大地上跟我一样到来的，
O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me,
或将要来到的生命。
as the day cannot,
啊，我现在知道生命不能向我展示出所有的一切，
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
白天也不能 我看出我得等待那由死亡展示出来的东西。
As Imperceptibly as Grief
夏之逃逸
Emily Dickinson
艾米莉 狄金森
The Summer lapsed away
不知不觉地，有如忧伤，
Too imperceptible at last
夏曰竟然消逝了，
To seem like Perfidy-
如此的难以察觉，
A Quietness distilled
简直不像是有意潜逃。
As Twilight long begun,
向晚的微光很早便开始，
Or Nature spending with herself
沉淀出一片寂静， 不然便是消瘦的四野
Sequestered Afternoon-
将下午悄悄幽禁。
The Dusk drew earlier in-
黄昏比往日来得更早，
The Morning foreign shone-
清晨的光彩已陌生
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
一种拘礼而恼人的风度， 像即欲离开的客人。
As Guest, that would be gone-
就像如此，也不用翅膀，
And thus,without a Wing
也不劳小舟相送，
Or service of a Keel
我们的夏日悄悄逃去，
Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.
没入了美的境中。
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