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关于优美的英文诗句阅读

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关于优美的英文诗句篇一

 Mother Doesn't Want a Dog

 by Judith Viorst

 Mother doesn't want a dog.

 Mother says they smell,

 And never sit when you say sit,

 Or even when you yell.

 And when you come home late at night

 And there is ice and snow,

 You have to go back out because

 The dumb dog has to go.

 Mother doesn't want a dog.

 Mother says they shed,

 And always let the strangers in

 And bark at friends instead,

 And do disgraceful things on rugs,

 And track mud on the floor,

 And flop upon your bed at night

 And snore their doggy snore.

 Mother doesn't want a dog.

 She's making a mistake.

 Because, more than a dog, I think

 She will not want this snake

关于优美的英文诗句篇二

 Mr. Grumpledump's Song

 by Shel Silverstein

 Everything's wrong,

 Days are too long,

 Sunshine's too hot,

 Wind is too strong.

 Clouds are too fluffy,

 Grass is too green,

 Ground is too dusty,

 Sheets are too clean.

 Stars are too twinkly,

 Moon is too high,

 Water's too drippy,

 Sand is too dry.

 Rocks are too heavy,

 Feathers too light,

 Kids are too noisy,

 Shoes are too tight.

 Folks are too happy,

 Singin' their songs.

 Why can't they see it?

 Everything's wrong!

关于优美的英文诗句篇三

 Mound Digger

 by Sarah Lindsay

 This mound of dirt and the summer are heirs to transfer

 from what lies before and what lies behind,

 pinch by pinch. Of the mound, she keeps a record.

 The point, the students have been assured,

 is not to find objects. Their object is

 to understand the ground.

 What water did with it, when.

 how often earthworms combed and cast it.

 Whether it was tilled or thrust aside,

 which seeds lay in it, which pollens settled.

 When it's too dark to dig, she makes a tent

 of reading assignments. A chapter on similarities

 between spear points unearthed in Virginia

 and Soultrean points in Spain,

 both kinds wrought as though for beauty

 and cached in heaps of red ocher. Another book

 invites her to peer at the keyhole shape of a bone

 the size of her index finger, engraved

 these ten thousand years with forty strokes

 fourteen, eight, eleven, then sevenand polished.

 A tally, a game, the score?

 We'll never know. And here's a review

 of arguments about a broken rock

 that might have been bashed into useful shape

 deliberately, with another rock,

 by some original axe-making biped,

 or might be a geofact, a tease,

 a found axeor no tool at all.

 She douses the light

 and all the words disappear.

 Morning, back to the mound. It's two mounds now;

 she knows it halfway through, its wayward layers,

 silky and barren or matted with nutrients,

 heavy clay, a thousand shades of brown.

 She sees it with her eyes shut, with her palms,

 sometimes tastes it. Leaves the flints and bones

 to thrill-seekers and visionaries.

 Dirt answers her questions. She has dug past

 any props or plots or characters

 to the stuff all stories walk on

关于优美的英文诗句篇四

 Muse

 by Meena Alexander

 I was young when you came to me.

 Each thing rings its turn,

 you sang in my ear, a slip of a thing

 dressed like a convent girl

 white socks, shoes,

 dark blue pinafore, white blouse.

 A pencil box in hand: girl, book, tree

 those were the words you gave me.

 Girl was penne, hair drawn back,

 gleaming on the scalp,

 the self in a mirror in a rosewood room

 the sky at monsoon time, pearl slits

 In cloud cover, a jagged music pours:

 gash of sense, raw covenant

 clasped still in a gold bound book,

 pusthakam pages parted,

 ink rubbed with mist,

 a bird might have dreamt its shadow there

 spreading fire in a tree maram.

 You murmured the word, sliding it on your tongue,

 trying to get how a girl could turn

 into a molten thing and not burn.

 Centuries later worn out from travel

 I rest under a tree.

 You come to me

 a bird shedding gold feathers,

 each one a quill scraping my tympanum.

 You set a book to my ribs.

 Night after night I unclasp it

 at the mirror's edge

 alphabets flicker and soar.

 Write in the light

 of all the languages

 you know the earth contains,

 you murmur in my ear.

 This is pure transport

关于优美的英文诗句篇五

 Muse, a Lady Cautioning

 by Honor?e Fanonne Jeffers

 There's fairness in changing blood for septet's

 guardian rhythm, the horn blossoming

 into cadenza. No good pimp's scowl, his

 baby's voice ruined sweet for the duration.

 Yes, these predictable fifths. O, the blues

 is all about slinging those low tales out

 the back door (sing: child pried open on that

 stained floor)。 O, Billie hollers way down dirt

 roads (sing: woman on the verge of needled

 logic)。 She's awareyeah, I'm going to

 kiss some man's sugared fist tonight. O, this

 tableau's muse, a Lady cautioning me:

 Just tough this thing out, girl. Sweat through the jones.

 Don't ask for nothing. Spit your last damned note