【篇一】優(yōu)美英語詩歌欣賞
Missing Isa Stimulant
by Jeff Clark
a circuit， bled memory
a séance of the veins， a liquid hinge
Deceit， the tones of dreamed sceneries
defaced by a single face
and yet the day itself is more marred
by these traces of fragrance
chances to fathom her absence
or collapse with the sap of plants
and sleep， and demand of a jasmine-scented face
How are you still so fragrant?
An object at a morgue or an organ
【篇二】優(yōu)美英語詩歌欣賞
Misconceptions of Childhood
by Celia Bland
My father was a sidewise Jack，
always in profile， a hand on his rod.
His pack was a Destroyer， said my mother，
where he played ping-pong on
the deck， two fingers flat on his spade.
I saw his photo： a big-bellied dick
in a tailor-made sailor suit.
"Bye-Bye!" he waved， and out I
sprang， strong enough
to shove all the drawers shut.
My teeth took root. White
stalagmites， their stems sunk inward
and rotted. Biting strawberries，
they sheared unripe heads from
luscious tips.
The leaves caused a rash.
My mouth's toes， St. Theresa，
grind with your hips
when you close your eyes. Sex is
sacred， you say.
Leaving me， to prove it.
【篇三】優(yōu)美英語詩歌欣賞
Mirabeau Bridge
by Guillaume Apollinaire (Translated by Donald Revell)
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
And lovers
Must I be reminded
Joy came always after pain
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
We're face to face and hand in hand
While under the bridges
Of embrace expire
Eternal tired tidal eyes
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
Love elapses like the river
Love goes by
Poor life is indolent
And expectation always violent
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
The days and equally the weeks elapse
The past remains the past
Love remains lost
Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
The night is a clock chiming
The days go by not I
