最经典优美的英文诗歌[经典的英文诗歌欣赏精选]
Sparrow,theSpecialDelightofMyGirlbyGaiusValeriusCatullusTranslatedbyDavidMulroy
Sparrow，thespecialdelightofmygirl，whomoftensheteasesandholdsonherlapandpokeswiththetipofherfinger，provokingcounterattackswithyourmordantbeak，whenevermyluminouslovedesiressomethingorother，innocuousfun，
abitofescape，Isuppose，fromherpain，amomentofpeacefromherturbulentpassion，IwishIcouldplaylikeshedoeswithyouandlightenthecaresofmysorrowfulsoul.Itthrillsmeasmuchasthenimblegirlinthestorywasthrilledbythegildedapplethatfinallyuncinchedhervirginalgown.SpeechAlonebyJeanFollain
TranslatedbyW.S.MerwinIthappensthatonepronouncesafewwordsjustforoneselfaloneonthisstrangeearth
thenthesmallwhiteflower
thepebblelikeallthosethatwentbeforethesprigofstubblefindthemselvesre-unitedatthefootofthegatewhichoneopensslowlytoenterthehouseofclaywhilechairs，table，cupboard，blazeinasunofglory.SpeakingInTonguesbyMaryRoseO'ReilleyIgotochurcheverySunday
thoughIdon‘tbelieveawordofit，becausethelongingforGodisaprayersaidinthebones.WhenpeoplecallonJesusImovetoaplaceinthebodywheresuchwordsrise，oneofthevalleys
wherehopepinsitselftodesire;wehavesomuchlandscapelikethatyou‘dthinkweweremadetosustainacry.
Whentheoldmenaroundmelifttheirhands
asthoughsomeonehascorneredthem，givingitallaway，
Irememberadockontheestuary，
watchingaherongetairborneagainsttheodds.It‘sthetransitionalmomentthatbafflesme—howshecomposesherricketygrocerycartofabodytomakethatflight.
Thepinesiskin，stalledonawindycoast，remembersthewoods
shewilllongforwhenneedsarise;sotheborealforestcomposesitselfinmymind：firstasarift，absence，theninatumbleofwords
undonefromsense，likethestutter
youhearwhensomebodyfallsoverthecliffoflanguage.Callitagift.SpellboundbyEmilyBront
Thenightisdarkeningroundme，Thewildwindscoldlyblow;ButatyrantspellhasboundmeAndIcannot，cannotgo.Thegianttreesarebending
Theirbareboughsweighedwithsnow.Andthestormisfastdescending，
AndyetIcannotgo.
Cloudsbeyondcloudsaboveme，Wastesbeyondwastesbelow;Butnothingdrearcanmoveme;Iwillnot，cannotgo.Spirit
byMaggieNelsonThespiritofJanelivesoninyou，mymothersaystryingtodescribe
whoIam.Ifeellikethegirlinthelate-nightmoviewhogazesupinhorrorattheportraitofherfreakyancestorassherealizestheywearthesamegaudypendantroundtheirnecks.ForaslongasIcanremember，mygrandfatherhasmadethesameslip：hesitsinhiskitchen，hisgelatinousblueeyes
