優秀英語詩歌

　　詩歌是一種文學題材,也是書面語篇中的一種,在表現手法上具有鮮明的獨特性,現代詩歌尤其明顯。小編精心收集了，供大家欣賞學習!

　　篇1

　　Seamus Heaney

　　Between my finger and my thumb

　　The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.

　　Under my window a clean rasping sound

　　When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:

　　My father, digging. I look down

　　Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds

　　Bends low, comes up twenty years away

　　Stooping in rhythm through potato drills

　　Where he was digging.

　　The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

　　Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

　　He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

　　To scatter new potatoes that we picked

　　Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

　　By God, the old man could handle a spade,

　　Just like his old man.

　　My grandfather could cut more turf in a day

　　Than any other man on Toner's bog.

　　Once I carried him milk in a bottle

　　Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

　　To drink it, then fell to right away

　　Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

　　Over his shoulder, digging down and down

　　For the good turf. Digging.

　　The cold smell of potato mold, the squelch and slap

　　Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

　　Through living roots awaken in my head.

　　But I've no spade to follow men like them.

　　Between my finger and my thumb

　　The squat pen rests.

　　I'll dig with it.

　　挖掘

　　在我手指和大拇指中間

　　一支粗壯的筆躺著，舒適自在像一支槍。

　　我的窗下，一個清晰而粗厲的響聲

　　鐵鏟切進了礫石累累的土地：

　　我爹在挖土。我向下望

　　看到花坪間他正使勁的臀部

　　彎下去，伸上來，二十年來

　　穿過白薯壟有節奏地俯仰著，

　　他在挖土。

　　粗劣的靴子踩在鐵鏟上，長柄

　　貼著膝頭的內側有力地撬動，

　　他把表面一層厚土連根掀起，

　　把鐵鏟發亮的一邊深深埋下去，

　　使新薯四散，我們撿在手中，

　　愛它們又涼又硬的味兒。

　　說真的，這老頭子使鐵鏟的巧勁

　　就像他那老頭子一樣。

　　我爺爺的土納的泥沼地

　　一天挖的泥炭比誰個都多。

　　有一次我給他送去一瓶牛奶，

　　用紙團鬆鬆地塞住瓶口。他直起腰喝了，馬上又幹開了，

　　利索地把泥炭截短，切開，把土.

　　撩過肩，為找好泥炭，

　　一直向下，向下挖掘。

　　白薯地的冷氣，潮溼泥炭地的

　　咯吱聲、咕咕聲，鐵鏟切進活薯根的短促聲響

　　在我頭腦中迴盪。

　　但我可沒有鐵鏟像他們那樣去幹。

　　在我手指和大拇指中間

　　那支粗壯的筆躺著。

　　我要用它去挖掘。

　　篇2

　　Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round

　　Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

　　Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight

　　Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

　　You better slow down,

　　Don't dance so fast.

　　Time is short,

　　The music won't last.

　　Do you run through each day on the fly

　　When you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?

　　When the day is done, do you lie in your bed

　　With the next hundred chores running through your head?

　　You'd better slow down

　　Don't dance so fast

　　Time is short

　　The music won't last

　　When you run so fast to get somewhere,

　　You miss half the fun of getting there.

　　When you worry and hurry through your day,

　　It is like an unopened gift....

　　Thrown away...

　　You’re listening to Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax, I’m Faith.

　　Life is not a race.

　　Do take it slower,

　　Hear the music

　　Before the song is over.

　　If you have known how to compose your life, you have done a great deal more

　　than the person who knows how to compose a book. You have done more than

　　the one who has taken cities and empires.

　　你曾否看過孩子們騎旋轉木馬

　　或聽過雨水拍打地面的聲音呢?

　　你曾否追逐過飄忽不定的蝴蝶

　　或看著夕陽消失於地平線呢?

　　放慢你的舞步

　　不要匆匆忙忙

　　人生苦短

　　音樂不會永遠奏下去。

　　你是否每天忙個不停

　　當問候別人時，你真的在意他們的回答嗎?

　　每晚就寢時

　　你是否仍在腦海中唸叨著無數的雜事呢?

　　放慢你的舞步

　　不要匆匆忙忙

　　人生苦短

　　音樂不會永遠奏下去。

　　當你匆忙趕到目的地時，

　　也就錯過了旅途中一半的樂趣。

　　當你終日憂心忡忡並馬不停蹄時，

　　就像一份禮物還沒被拆開…...

　　就已丟棄……

　　人生不是一場競賽。

　　放慢你的腳步

　　傾聽沿途的音符

　　在音樂還沒結束以前。

　　If you have known how to compose your life, you have done a great deal more

　　than the person who knows how to compose a book. You have done more than

　　the one who has taken cities and empires.

　　如果你學會了如何譜寫自己的人生，

　　那麼你一點也不比著書立說者甚至攻城略地者遜色。

　　篇3

　　Cut Grass

　　Cut grass lies frail:

　　Brief is the breath

　　Mown stalks exhale.

　　Long, long the death

　　It dies in the white hours

　　Of young-leafed June

　　With chestnut flowers,

　　With hedges snowlike strewn,

　　White lilac bowed,

　　Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,

　　And that high-builded cloud

　　Moving at summer's pace.