英文詩歌作為文學的精華,作為一種藝術形式,對于培養學生的審美觀和情感價值觀在英語閱讀課教學中起著舉足輕重的作用,下面就是小編給大家整理的英文浪漫主義詩歌，希望大家喜歡。

　　英文浪漫主義詩歌：The Names of the Trees

　　Laura Kasischke

　　I passed this place once long ago

　　when a man lived here with his four

　　daughters, peacefully, it seemed. Those

　　daughters took turns washing

　　dishes, doing laundry. Frothy pearls and

　　feathers in a sink. Soft

　　socks, warm towels, folded, clean, in

　　closets, drawers, and baskets, and

　　on shelves. To me

　　this was astonishing. The laundry

　　done by daughters! No

　　mother in the house at all. A weeping

　　willow grew in their back-

　　yard, but it was not a symbol then.

　　It could not have been

　　because this was the only tree

　　I knew the name of yet -- unless it was a tree

　　that bore familiar fruit. Like

　　an apple tree, a mulberry. This

　　willow's branches did not seem to be

　　branches at all to me, but

　　ribbons dangling loosely, tangling

　　girlishly. If there was any weeping, it

　　was inaudible to me. (Was

　　I supposed to see it?) One

　　of the daughters was only

　　a year ahead of me, and she

　　invited me (once) inside because

　　she wanted to play house with me. When

　　I confessed I wasn't sure what playing

　　house might mean, this girl

　　said she would teach me.

　　She was Mother for this reason.

　　I was the family dog. She

　　told me to eat Froot Loops

　　from a bowl on the kitchen floor

　　while on my hands and knees. We

　　laughed when I couldn't do it. But when

　　I was Mother, she

　　couldn't do it either.

　　That there was laughter!

　　A blue tablecloth.

　　Salt and pepper shakers shaped

　　like hands, which, put

　　together, appeared to pray. When

　　I was thirsty, another daughter poured

　　a cup of water for me, pouring

　　water with such confidence it

　　seemed to me that she

　　might have poured the first water

　　from the first tap. When, out

　　of curiosity, I went

　　into their bathroom and pretended to pee

　　I witnessed toilet paper printed with

　　forget-me-nots, along with a little dish

　　that held a piece of pink soap in it.

　　And, when, after this, I couldn't sleep

　　for three nights in a row, my

　　mother finally gave up

　　trying to comfort me.

　　英文浪漫主義詩歌：Famous Negro Athletes

　　Adrian Matejka

　　after Jean-Michel Basquiat

　　We are all famous Sunday mornings at the Y.

　　That magnificent & rattled-rim space of big·timing

　　Sundays. Gym bag hung over the shoulder

　　of a matching sweatshirt Sundays. Touch one toe

　　then the other if you can kind of days. Ball shoes

　　crisp in the bag & What up, team? we say.

　　For real, on Sundays, we're sweating in quintuplicate

　　like a grinning team portrait. Knees swollen as roundly

　　as the composite basketball we play with. & sometimes,

　　the shoe-string glance from the trainer up front, the

　　straight up & down of would-be ballers orbiting the ball

　　court like paparazzi & handshake laughs at bad passes

　　have to be adequate when your jumper is so far off

　　somebody should staple flyers to telephone poles for it.

　　英文浪漫主義詩歌：The Trespass Fetches Herself for Sacrifice

　　HeidiLynn Nilsson

　　We are not surprised,

　　those of us who are made,

　　we've been told,

　　in God's image,

　　that our God, who has

　　neither tissue nor tail,

　　is a jealous God.

　　What makes us

　　snappish, after all, about God

　　is impeccability but

　　if jealousy makes us

　　also Godlike, and if that's

　　where our love turned wrong,

　　then light with light, loss with loss,

　　on the strict and ruined earth,

　　someone gets the very thing

　　he longs for -- and who

　　will let him? Lord I'm

　　desolate enough --

　　I see the fire

　　starving on a switch

　　after all of those years

　　making for him

　　myself into a forest.

　　
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