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关于大学生英文诗歌篇一
The Tropics of New York
by Claude McKay
Bananas ripe and green， and ginger root
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears，
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit，
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs，
Sat in the window， bringing memories
of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills，
And dewy dawns， and mystical skies
In benediction over nun-like hills.
My eyes grow dim， and I could no more gaze;
A wave of longing through my body swept，
And， hungry for the old， familiar ways
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.
关于大学生英文诗歌篇二
The Trunk of the Olive Tree (an excerpt)
by Homer (Translated by Robert Fitzgerald)
An old trunk of olive
grew like a pillar on the building plot，
and I laid out our bedroom round that tree，
lined up the stone walls， built the walls and roof，
gave it a doorway and smooth-fitting doors.
Then I lopped off the silvery leaves and branches，
hewed and shaped that stump from the roots up
into a bedpost， drilled it， let it serve
as model for the rest. I planed them all，
inlaid them all with silver， gold and ivory，
and stretched a bed between——a pliant web
of oxhide thongs dyed crimson.
关于大学生英文诗歌篇三
The Truth About Northern Lights
by Christine Hume
I'm not right. I'm interfered with
and bent as light. I tried to use the spots，
for months I tried with rings.
Only now I'm thinking in cracks
that keep a modern light
lunged. I keep the porch light on
to burn you off in ghosted purls，
the licks of which filament me.
My Day-Glo tongue's cutthroat.
Though I'm not clear，
I'm a sight whose star stares back：
it's a new kind of dead;
it hides its death in my cinched
testicle. That bright burr makes me
unreal and itch. By the time
I'm something else， you're making weather
with so-and-so. Drama tenants you;
it wades in queasy waves，
mottled to the marrow.
My mean streak beams neon
so I won't be refracted
or led to reflections. My eyes
trick god's and kick the careless reversals
of radio cure-alls. Rays suffer
until they clench the damaged night in me：
where I go out， gone as done
in a mood of black moving through.
Darkness sits there， pleased.
An iridescent ire could not go unaired，
my limbs wicking at the window.
Look out the window.
I've outened the world
to show you real barrenness：
a void a light
warps into want and then wants
until it warps all it glances.
关于大学生英文诗歌篇四
Churst Apollo
by Joyce James
Think on it!
In the beginning
Had not occurred such thing as mortal Death.
Walked hand in hand our new Maide children the sweetest aisles of perfect earth
Risen there its soil， spread holy stock organic membrane woven round.
Devised his curse， Apollo，
Set Man against The Woman
Descendants human kine.
Yet had not early surged such enmity between the genders，
Persecuted first， The Queen of Heaven.
Aphollowed only after. . .
Churst and Massacred， The Woman.
Reached to genocide， the earthly state of war between divided sexes.
Yet never existed true schism， except was thing contrived in heaven.
Now Male and Female are conditioned equal，
Denying both， their maker Goddess.
He bruises heel， Apollo：
'Upon your seed， my venmity
Serpent Worman! Repent!'
Harries her， Impalla-Acchus，
Self-proclaimed was Jealous God
Impelled the rancor ancient.
As perceives the beauty envied Maide New Human. . .
Sets about its persecution.
Twinned progeny was Io's，
Derogates as produce hardly more than beasts the fields
That cause henceforward
Vengeful mayhem and destruction.
