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优美的英语现代诗歌欣赏
诗歌欣赏一:
Batuschka
From yonder
gilded minaret
Beside the steel-blue Neva
set
,
I faintly catch
,
from time to time
,
The
sweet
,
aerial midnight
chime
——
Above the ravelins and the
moats
Of the white citadel it
floats;
And men in dungeons far
beneath
Listen
,
and
pray
,
and gnash their
teeth
——
The soft reiterations
sweep
Across the horror of their
sleep
,
a term of endearment
applied
to the Tsar in Russian folk-
song.
As if some daemon in his
glee
Were mocking at their
misery
——
In his Red Palace over
there
,
Wakeful
,
he needs
must hear the prayer.
How can it drown the broken
cries
Wrung from his children's
agonies?
——
Father they called him from
of old
——
Batuschka! . . . How his
heart is cold!
Wait till a million scourged
men
Rise in their awful
might
,
and
then
——
God save the
Tsar!
诗歌欣赏二:
Camma
Camma
(To Ellen Terry)
As one who
poring on a Grecian urn
Scans the fair shapes some
Attic hand hath made
,
God with slim
goddess
,
goodly man with
maid
,
And for their beauty's sake
is loth to turn
And face the obvious
day
,
must I not
yearn
For many a secret moon of indolent
bliss
,
When in midmost shrine of
Artemis
I see thee
standing
,
antique-
limbed
,
and
stern?
And yet - methinks I'd rather see thee
play
That serpent of old
Nile
,
whose
witchery
Made Emperors
drunken
,
-
come
,
great
Egypt
,
shake
Our stage with
all thy mimic pageants! Nay
,
I am grown sick
of unreal passions
,
make
The world thine
Actium
,
me thine
Anthony!
诗歌欣赏三:
A Prayer for My
Son
Bid a strong ghost stand at the
head
That my Michael may sleep
sound
,
Nor
cry
,
nor turn in the
bed
Till his morning meal come
round;
And may departing twilight
keep
All dread afar till morning‘s
back,
That his mother may not lack
Her fill of
sleep.
Bid the ghost have sword in
fist
:
Some there
are
,
for I avow
Such devilish
things e inates the crazed spider web
of the
windshield. His bloody tongue burns
with a slurry
gospel. Around me
,
the lights go
down
,
the way death is
described
as armor crashing to the
ground
,
the soul having already
departed
for another place. Was it his body I
heard
leaning against the
horn
,
the body's final
song
,
before the
body
slumped sideways in the
seat?
When I was a
child
,
I would wake at
night
and imagine a field of
asteroids
,
rolling
across the walls of my room.
In
fact
,
I've seen
them
,
like the last herd of
buffalo
,
grazing against the
background of fixed stars.
Plate 420 shows the
asteroid 433 Eros
,
the bright
point of light
,
as it closes
its approach
to light. I loose myself in
Cygnus
,
ancient kamikaze
swan
,
rising or diving to
earth
,
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