英語詩歌欣賞 優(yōu)秀經典英語詩歌欣賞

1、本文格式為word版，下載可任意編輯英語詩歌欣賞 優(yōu)秀經典英語詩歌欣賞 詩歌是一種運用高度精練、有韻律且富有意象化的語言抒發(fā)情感的文學樣式,是具有肯定外在形式的語言藝術。我細心收集了優(yōu)秀經典英語詩歌，供大家觀賞學習! 優(yōu)秀經典英語詩歌：school of practical dissection kenny williams in the hands of the priest the heart has to break like crockery, for a single man, not the human race which we love into oblivion and de

2、spise in general. in the hands of the anatomist it leaps, the heart, like a trout - small, brown, and poached - at the end of the line. faster students than our teachers, we feel like boys playing hooky, just wetting our toes in the landlords river, passing his jug from mouth to mouth. 優(yōu)秀經典英語詩歌：the

3、dream of a little occupied japan doll kimiko hahn among the hundred porcelain figurines, the first one - with slanted eyes, fat cheeks, queue (though thats chinese), and chinese bonnet - is my favorite. among all those in pajamas or gowns or the two in kimono, the first is my favorite. of those with

4、 rickshaw, tambourine, or parasol and fan - i keep on my desk the first one though she - or he - is not doing a darn thing. here in sleep, rivalry is reserved. and as dreams tune the mind for conscious awareness perhaps this favoritism suggests ive quit hoarding and now collect myself. for alice and

5、 laurie 優(yōu)秀經典英語詩歌：about opera geoffrey brock fuggirmi io sol non so in the real world, lighting is undesigned; here its high art. after we find our seats, silence our cells and smooth our ruffled minds, and just before the curtains rise, houselights go out. we vanish, and before our eyes adjust, a sp

6、lendid spectacle begins in which were borne, again, into the lives of others - figures whose shaded joys and pains might be, for these three hours, ours. yet what can we hope to understand of them? words in a strange, old tongue (il fazzoletto!) shine through the wordless music as through a scrim by

7、 turns opaque and blindingly transparent - words whose sources are masks, mouths gaping wide. still, some intelligence like a welders current leaps the orchestra pit (where shadows hide that pulsing drum, those lacerating strings), and something is spilling, something even grander, perhaps, than life, from the woman who now sings, now dies, as passion fills white space around her, fills us, and tears are spilling down our faces - theres too much light, its all too brightly lit! kind curtains fall, and a governed dark replaces all light but th