高中一年级英文诗歌学习

高中一年级英文诗歌学习英语诗歌作为文学的表现形式之一,在分类、节奏、韵律、构思、词序、选词等方面都自成体系,以自己独特的形式展示着诗人对生活的理解。下面是WTT带来的高中一年级英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!高中一年级英文诗歌篇一Mountain LionD H Lawrence (1885-1930)Climbing through the January snow, into the Lobo canyonDark grow the spruce-trees, blue is the balsam, water sounds still unfrozen, and the trail is still evident.Men!Two men!Men! The only animal in the world to fear!They hesitate.We hesitate.They have a gun.We have no gun.Then we all advance, to meet.Two Me_icans, strangers, emerging out of the dark and snow and inwardness of the Lobo valley.What are they doing here on this vanishing trail?What is he carrying?Something yellow.A deer?Qu tiene, amigo?León -He smiles, foolishly, as if he were caught doing wrong.And we smile, foolishly, as if we didnt know.He is quite gentle and dark-faced.It is a mountain lion,A long, long slim cat, yellow like a lioness.Dead.He trapped her this morning, he says, smiling foolishly.Lift up her face,Her round, bright face, bright as frost.Her round, fine-fashioned head, with two dead ears;And stripes in the brilliant frost of her face, sharp, fine dark rays,Dark, keen, fine rays in the brilliant frost of her face.Beautiful dead eyes.Hermoso es!They go out towards the open;We go on into the gloom of Lobo.And above the trees I found her lair,A hole in the blood-orange brilliant rocks that stick up, a little cave.And bones, and twigs, and a perilous ascent.So, she will never leap up that way again, with the yellow flash of a mountain lions long shoot!And her bright striped frost-face will never watch any more, out of the shadow of the cave in the blood-orange rock,Above the trees of the Lobo dark valley-mouth!Instead, I look out.And out to the dim of the desert, like a dream, never real;To the snow of the Sangre de Cristo mountains, the ice of the mountains of Picoris,And near across at the opposite steep of snow, green trees motionless standing in snow, like a Christmas toy.And I think in this empty world there was room for me and a mountain lion.And I think in the world beyond, how easily we might spare a million or two of humansAnd never miss them.Yet what a gap in the world, the missing white frost-face of that slim yellow mountain lion!高中一年级英文诗歌篇二March CalfTed HughesRight from the start he is dressed in his best - his blacks and his whitesLittle Fauntleroy - quiffed and glossy,A Sunday suit, a wedding natty get-up,Standing in dunged strawUnder cobwebby beams, near the mud wall,Half of him legs,Shining-eyed, requiring nothing moreBut that mothers milk e back often.Everything else is in order, just as it is.Let the summer skies hold off, for the moment.This is just as he wants it.A little at a time, of each new thing, is best.Too much and too sudden is too frightening -When I block the light, a bulk from space,To let him in to his mother for a suck,He bolts a yard or two, then freezes,Staring from every hair in all directions,Ready for the worst, shut up in his hopeful religion,A little syllogismWith a wet blue-reddish muzzle, for Gods thumb.You see all his hopes bustlingAs he reaches between the worn rails towardsThe topheavy oven of his mother.He trembles to grow, stretching his curl-tip tongue -What did cattle ever find hereTo make this dear little fellowSo eager to prepare himself?He is already in the race, and quivering to win -His new purpled eyeball swivel-jerksIn the elbowing push of his plans.Hungry people are getting hungrier,Butchers developing e_pertise and markets,But he just wobbles his tail - and glistensWithin his dapper profileUnaware of how his whole lineageHas been tied up.He shivers for feel of the world licking his side.He is like an ember - one glowOf lighting himself upWith the fuel of himself, breathing and brightening.Soon hell plunge out, to scatter his seething joy,To be present at the grass,To be free on the surface of such a wideness,To find himself himself.To stand.To moo.高中一年级英文诗歌篇三HeavenRupert Brooke (1887 – 1915)Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,Dawdling away their watry noon)Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,Each secret fishy hope or fear.Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;But is there anything Beyond?This life cannot be All, they swear,For how unpleasant, if it were!One may not doubt that, somehow, GoodShall e of Water and of Mud;And, sure, the reverent eye must seeA Purpose in Liquidity.We darkly know, by Faith we cry,The future is not Wholly Dry.Mud unto Mud! - Death eddies near -Not here the appointed End, not here!But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,Is wetter water, slimier slime!And there (they trust) there swimmeth OneWho swam ere rivers were begun,Immense, of fishy form and mind,Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;And under that Almighty Fin,The littlest fish may enter in.Oh! never fly conceals a hook,Fish say in the Eternal Brook,But more than mundane weeds are there,And mud, celestially fair;Fat caterpillars drift around,And Paradisal grubs are found;Unfading moths, immortal flies,And the worm that never dies.And in that Heaven of all their wish,There shall be no more land, say fish.“高中一年级英文诗歌”END第 9 页 共 9 页