最新詩歌欣賞：Bedtime Story

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　　在平平淡淡的日常中，大家都收藏過令自己印象深刻的詩歌吧，詩歌在形式上，不是以句子為單位，而是以行為單位，且分行主要根據節奏，而不是以意思為主。還在苦苦尋找優秀經典的詩歌嗎？下面是小編為大家整理的最新詩歌欣賞：Bedtime Story，希望對大家有所幫助。

最新詩歌欣賞：Bedtime Story

　　by Wanda Coleman

　　bed calls． i sit in the dark in the living room

　　trying to ignore them

　　in the morning， especially Sunday mornings

　　it will not let me up． you must sleep

　　longer， it says

　　facing south

　　the bed makes me lay heavenward on my back

　　while i prefer a westerly fetal position

　　facing the wall

　　the bed sucks me sideways into it when i

　　sit down on it to put on my shoes． this

　　persistence on its part forces me to dress in

　　the bathroom where things are less subversive

　　the bed lumps up in anger springs popping out to

　　scratch my dusky thighs

　　my little office sits in the alcove adjacent to

　　the bed． it makes strange little sighs

　　which distract me from my work

　　sadistically i pull back the covers

　　put my typewriter on the sheet and turn it on

　　the bed complains that im difficult duty

　　its slats are collapsing． it bitches when i

　　blanket it with books and papers． it tells me

　　its made for blood and bone

　　lately spiders ants and roaches

　　have invaded it searching for food

　　詩歌欣賞：A Poison Tree

　　I was angry with my friend：

　　I told my wrath， my wrath did end．

　　I was angry with my foe：

　　I told it not， my wrath did grow．

　　And I waterd it in fears，

　　Night and morning with my tears；

　　And I sunnèd it with smiles，

　　And with soft deceitful wiles．

　　And it grew both day and night，

　　Till it bore an apple bright；

　　And my foe beheld it shine，

　　And he knew that it was mine，

　　And into my garden stole

　　When the night had veild the pole：

　　In the morning glad I see

　　My foe outstretchd beneath the tree．

　　詩歌欣賞：Baudelaires Ablutions

　　by Roger Fanning

　　Baudelaire， dead broke， nonetheless allowed himself

　　two hours for his morning ablutions．

　　（Warm water can be a 一 too．）

　　His razor scraping whiskers cleanly off

　　sounded like a file rassrasping

　　against prison bars． Never did this man

　　gulp a cup of coffee， bolt out the door

　　with a blob of shaving cream on one ear，

　　and go to a job． He composed himself．

　　Dead broke， he explored （in prose） six waterdrops

　　that quake in a corner of Delacroixs painting

　　Dante and Virgil！ Meanwhile， through his window

　　intruded softly the spiel of a fishmonger

　　as well as the stench． Many， many vendors still

　　singsong their wares， as a sort of wishwash drizzle

　　inducing human animals to mope， to yawn．

　　We all get bored： between mainstream culture （buy things）

　　and nature （in this case， rain）， people tend to snooze．

　　Poetry jolts awake the lucky few． I praise

　　the mirror－gazing mighty poet Baudelaire，

　　my hero， a fop full of compulsions，

　　a perfectionist to whom a single

　　tweezered nosehair brought tears of joy．

　　詩歌欣賞：Cement Guitar

　　All morning Ive remembered St．

　　Ignacios bruise，

　　jaundiced seagulls over Quonset，

　　November

　　and the gross white sky．

　　Days so long

　　you walk home fifteen miles from the restaurant．

　　Same waitress every day of your life

　　and she never remembers your allergies．

　　Nothing on the map but scone crumbs

　　and a drop of tea．

　　Just manifold food and a dead request

　　to bury the last of your seven receipts．

　　Mother of foster－wit， father of straw，

　　I can see how silence takes the place of those

　　who cut their thoughts in stone before they need them．

　　Stone is the past， and the past is a form of flattery．

　　Last winter， groups of children sent letters

　　in sadness for the late Christmas 一．

　　Addressed to those who managed the fishery，

　　who named the docks and decided the colors of unfinished boats，

　　the only way to read them was alive．

　　To think out loud about those childrens names

　　was to forget what you meant by dying．

　　詩歌欣賞：Alone Looking at the Mountain

　　Alone Looking at the Mountain

　　All the birds have flown up and gone；

　　A lonely cloud floats leisurely by．

　　We never tire of looking at each other

　　Only the mountain and I．

　　詩歌欣賞：安娜貝爾·李

　　It was many and many a year ago，

　　In a kingdom by the sea，

　　That a maiden there lived whom you may know

　　By the name of ANNABEL LEE；

　　And this maiden she lived with no other thought

　　Than to love and be loved by me．

　　She was a child and I was a child，

　　In this kingdom by the sea；

　　But we loved with a love that was more than love

　　I and my Annabel Lee；

　　With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me．

　　And this was the reason that， long ago，

　　In this kingdom by the sea，

　　A wind blew out of a cloud by night chilling my Annabel Lee；

　　So that her highborn kinsman came

　　And bore her away from me，

　　To shut her up in a sepulchre

　　In this kindom by the sea．

　　The angels ，not half so happy in the heaven，

　　Went evnying her and me

　　Yes！That was the reason（as all men know， in this kingdom by the sea）

　　That the wind came out of the cloud，

　　Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee．

　　But our love it was stronger by far than the love

　　Of those who were older than we

　　Of many far wiser than we

　　And neither the angels in heaven above，

　　Nor the demons down under the sea，

　　Can ever dissever my soulfrom the soul

　　Of the beautiful Annabel Lee．

　　For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

　　Of the beautiful Annalbel Lee；

　　And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

　　Of the beautiful Annabel Lee；

　　And so，all the night－tide ， I lie down by the side

　　Of my darling ， my darling ， my life and my bride，

　　In the sepulchre there by the sea，

　　In her tomb by the side of the sea．

　　很久很久以前，

　　在一個濱海的國度里，

　　住著一位少女你或許認得，

　　她的芳名叫安娜貝爾．李；

　　這少女活著沒有別的愿望，

　　只為和我倆情相許。

　　那會兒我還是個孩子，她也未脫稚氣，

　　在這個濱海的國度里；

　　可我們的愛超越一切，無人能及——

　　我和我的安娜貝爾．李；

　　我們愛得那樣深，連天上的六翼天使

　　也把我和她妒嫉。

　　這就是那不幸的根源，很久以前

　　在這個濱海的國度里，

　　夜里一陣寒風從白云端吹起，凍僵了

　　我的安娜貝爾．李；

　　于是她那些高貴的親戚來到凡間

　　把她從我的身邊奪去，

　　將她關進一座墳墓

　　在這個濱海的國度里。

　　這些天使們在天上，不及我們一半快活，

　　于是他們把我和她妒嫉——

　　對——就是這個緣故（誰不曉得呢，在這個濱海的'國度里）

　　云端刮起了寒風，

　　凍僵并帶走了我的安娜貝爾．李。

　　可我們的愛情遠遠地勝利

　　那些年紀長于我們的人——

　　那些智慧勝于我們的人——

　　無論是天上的天使，

　　還是海底的惡魔，

　　都不能將我們的靈魂分離，

　　我和我美麗的安娜貝爾．李。

　　因為月亮的每一絲清輝都勾起我的回憶

　　夢里那美麗的安娜貝爾．李

　　群星的每一次升空都令我覺得秋波在閃動

　　那是我美麗的安娜貝爾．李

　　就這樣，伴著潮水，我整夜躺在她身旁

　　我親愛的——我親愛的——我的生命，我的新娘，

　　在海邊那座墳塋里，

　　在大海邊她的墓穴里。

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