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1、关于长篇著名诗歌朗读长篇诗歌朗读大全英语诗歌是英语语言与文学的精华。开展英语诗歌教学能进步学生英语语言根底知识程度、写作程度,有助于学生西方历史文化的学习,进步学生的想象力,也有助于对学生的道德教育。WTT精心搜集了关于长篇著名诗歌，供大家欣赏学习!关于长篇著名诗歌：The Liberal ArtsAlicia OstrikerIn mathematics they say the most beautiful solution is the correct oneIn physics they say everything that can happen must happenIn hist
2、ory they say the more it changes the more it is the sameIn astrophysics you take the long viewIn chemistry you e_plode and blend, it is a bit like freestyle cooking, theYiddish term would be: you potschkeIn biology you smell the flowers, the enticing flowers, and you play with mice,and you write gra
3、nt proposalsIn jurisprudence they say there is no justiceIn philosophy they say there is no truthIn literary studies they say everybody e along be ironic nowBusiness school we systematize the petitive strategies we learned in thesandbo_Engineering moves us firmly into manhood, we grip the material w
4、orld in ourfistsputer science assists us toward the goal of replacing our species with anew, improved, more efficient form of life, based in electronics instead of carbon -many of usare rushing to transform ourselves as quickly as possibleReligion is still hotPeople keep plunging passionately into a
5、nd out of it at the usual brisk rateGeography suggests the future dominance of North America by Spanish-speaking peoplebut it does not say when; geology looks stony, takes the long viewMusic bridges mathematics, the soul of the universe, and my personal soulVisual art is the bridge between my bag of
6、 body and bones and stuff in thepainterly universeDrama crosses this bridge on footIn the novel they say omit nothing, harvest the entire goddamn worldIn memoir they say the self is silently weeping, give it a tissueIn poetry they say the arrow may be blown off course by storm and returnedby miracle
7、关于长篇著名诗歌：Road MetalTimothy McBride- for my grandmother, Margaret Kelly“You dont need that,” shed tell us when wed begTwo cents for bubblegum or licorice.A bricklayers daughter, shed grown up hardAs cement - never reached 100 pounds,Lived on potatoes and tea, cut her own hair.Husband gone, youngest c
8、hild killed in the street,She carried a ball peen hammer up her sleeveOn the daily walks she made us take all over town,Crossing the river and the canal, circling the milesOf Eastman Kodaks smokestacks, through the invisibleHops-scented cloud of the Genesee Brewery,Past the burned-out storefronts of
9、 the 67 riots,Never stopping at the church where the brotherShe wouldnt speak to, a Catholic priest,Celebrated morning mass.We followed herThrough drain pipes and alleys.We crawled under a gapShe found in the fence beside the KEEP OUT signAnd up onto the tracks of the New York Central Line,Startled
10、when she unclasped (this once) her change purseAnd gave us each three pennies to lay on the polished rail.When the tank cars and ore jennies had passed,We sifted through the ballast rockShe said was called “road metal,” e_cited as prospectorsFor the ruined and unspendable glints of warm copperLincol
11、ns face flattened to a smudgeOur first lesson in what our citys daily freightCan do to words like “God” and “Trust.”关于长篇著名诗歌：ScrapbookKim AddonizioThis is me, depressed out of my mind,frailing the banjo, spilling red wineon the whiteking-sizedluckily-hotels-and-not-my-goose down forter, this is mewa
12、lking and wa_ing nostalgic through the girlish shadowsof tall palm trees, the djà vusflying through the scenesuddenly, like those threeunnameable and therefore beautiful white birds.This is me as a slowly-tearing-itself-apart cloudand marvelingat a fire palely and flamilyemerging from a bowl,
13、 waveringup through stones of cobalt glass.The airwavers back.This is me in lovewith the beauty of blue glass in flames, this is me on drugsprescribed by my doctoras I try once moreto sneak into nights closely guarded city,my hollow horse readyto wreak my demons and Blue Morphoson the citizens of my
14、 sleep.I am mostmyself when flashing rapidlymy iridescent wings, drinkingthe juice of fallen fruit.Then againlook for me under your bedwhere the ugly premodern viresstill hide.The undead and I are lyingin wait.We are very interested in youthough this is still me.We are unstable and true.We believe in the one-ton roseand the displaced toilet equally.Our bluesassume you understandnot much, and try to be alive, just as we do,and that it may be helpful to hold the handof someone as lost as you.“关于长篇著名诗歌”END第 8 页 共 8 页