以下是小编为大家准备的10篇Late September 英文诗词，供大家参考借鉴，希望可以帮助到有需要的朋友。
英文诗词：Then
by Spencer Reece
I was a full-time house sitter. I had no title.
I lived in a farmhouse， on a small hill，
surrounded by 100 acres. All was still.
The fields were in a government program
that paid farmers to abandon them. Perfect.
I overlooked Union Lake， a small lake，
with a small ugly island in the middle
a sort of mistake， a cluster of dead elms
encircled by marsh， resembling a smear
of oil paint left to congeal on a palette.
Pesticides farmers sprayed on their crops
over the years had drained into the lake
and made the water black， the fish shake.
About the family that built the house
I knew nothing. Built in 1865，
perhaps they came after the Civil War？
It was a simple house. Two stories.
Six rooms. Every wall crooked.
Before the house， Indians camped there.
If you listened you could hear them.
On Sunday afternoons in early June，
the sun would burnish the interiors.
Shafts of light fell across the rooms.
An old gray cat sparred his mote-swirls.
Up a tiny staircase， ladder steep，
I was often found， adrift， half asleep.
I forgot words， where I lived， my dreams.
Mirrors around the house， those streams，
ran out of gossip. The walls absorbed me.
There was every indication I was safe there.
Outside， children sang， sweetening the air：
Row， row， row your boat， gently down the stream.
Merrily， merrily， merrily， merrily， life is but a dream . . .
their fingers marrying each other with ease
as the dark built its scaffolding above the trees.
Peonies spoiled， dye ran from their centers.
Often， the lawn was covered by a fine soft rain.
Days disappeared as quickly as they came.
The children receded. The moon rose.
Cows paused on the wild green plain
of all that land still left uncommercialized.
Three years I had there. Alone. At peace.
Often I awoke as the light began to cease.
The house breathed and shook like a lover
as I took for myself time needed to recover.
英文诗词
The Nightjar
We loved our nightjar， but she would not stay with us.
We had found her lying as dead， but soft and warm，
Under the apple tree beside the old thatched wall.
Two days we kept her in a basket by the fire，
Fed her and thought she well might live ？ till suddenly
I the very moment of most confiding hope
She arised herself all tense， qivered and drooped and died.
Tears sprang into my eyes- why not？ The heart of man
Soon sets itself to love a living companion，
The more so if by chance it asks some care of him.
And this one had the kind of loveliness that goes
Far deeper than the optic nerve- full fathom five
To the soul抯ocean cave， where Wonder and Reason
Tell their alternate dreams of how the world was made.
So wonderful she was-her wings the wings of night
But powdered here and therewith tiny golden clouds
And wave-line markings like sea-ripples on the sand.
O how I wish I might never forget that bird-
Never！
But even now， like all beauty of earth，
She is fading from me into the dusk of Time.
英文诗词一首
National Poetry Month
by Elaine Equi
When a poem speaks by itself，it has a spark
and can be considered part of a divine conversation.
Sometimes the poem weaves like a basket around two loaves of yellow bread.
“Break off a piece of this April with its raisin nipples，” it says.
“And chew them slowly under your pillow. You belong in bed with me.”
On the other hand，when a poem speaks in the voice of a celebrity
it is called television or a movie. “There is nothing to see，”
say Robert De Niro，though his poem bleeds all along the edges
like a puddle crudely outlined with yellow tape
at the crime scene of spring.
“It is an old poem，” he adds.
“And besides，I was very young when I made it.”
英文诗词精选
by Mark Ford
Unwinding in a cavernous bodega he suddenly
Burst out：——Barman， these tumblers empty themselves
And yet I persist； I am wedged in the giant eye
Of an invisible needle. Walking through doors
Or into them， listening to anecdotes or myself spinning
A yarn， I realize my doom is never to forget
My lost bearings. In medias res we begin
And end： I was born， and then my body unfurled
As if to illustrate a few tiny but effective words
But——oh my oh my——avaunt. I peered
Forth， stupefied， from the bushes as the sun set
Behind distant hills. A pair of hungry owls
Saluted the arrival of webby darkness； the dew
Descended upon the creeping ferns. At first
My sticky blood refused to flow， gathering instead
In wax-like drops and pools； mixed with water and a dram
Of colourless alcohol it thinned and reluctantly
Ebbed away. I lay emptied as a fallen
Leaf until startled awake by a blinding flash
Of dry lightning， and the onset of this terrible thirst.
有关英文诗词
Traveling through the Dark
by William Stafford
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon：
that road is narrow； to swerve might make more dead.
By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap， a doe， a recent killing；
she had stiffened already， almost cold.
I dragged her off； she was large in the belly.
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason
her side was warm； her fawn lay there waiting，
alive， still， never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights；
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red；
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.
I thought hard for us all——my only swerving，
then pushed her over the edge into the river.
英文诗词：《飞鸟集》
1
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
2
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
3
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
4
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
5
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
6
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
7
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟
瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
8
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
她的热切的'脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
9
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
11
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着潺（氵爰）的乐声。
12
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
13
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
14
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。
15
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
16
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。
17
这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
18
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
19
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。
20
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
我不能选择那最好的。
是那最好的选择我。
精选英文诗词赏析
The Wine-Drinkers
by Tennessee Williams
The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun.
Their lack of success in love has made them torpid.
They move their fans with a motion that stirs no feather，
the glare of the sun has darkened their complexions.
Let us commend them on their conversations.
One says “oh” and the other says “indeed.”
The afternoon must be prolonged forever，
because the night will be impossible for them.
They know that the bright and very delicate needles
ed beneath the surfaces of their skins
will work after dark—at present are drugged， are dormant.
Nobody dares to make any sudden disturbance.
One says “no，” the other one murmurs “why？”
The cousins pause： tumescent.
What do they dream of？ Murder？
They dream of lust and they long for violent action but none occurs.
Their quarrels perpetually die from a lack of momentum
The light is empty： the sun forestalls reflection.
英文诗词Skills
Skills
--by Jonathan Aaron
Blondin made a fortune walking back and forth
over Niagara Falls on a tightrope—blindfolded，
or inside a sack， or pushing a wheelbarrow， or perched on stilts，
or lugging a man on his back. Once， halfway across，
he sat down to cook and eat an omelette.
Houdini， dumped into Lake Michigan chained
and locked in a weighted trunk， swam back to the boat
a few moments later. He could swallow more than a hundred needles
and some thread， then pull from between his lips
the needles dangling at even intervals.
I can close my eyes and see your house
explode in a brilliant flash， silently，
with a complete absence of vibration. And when I open them again，
my heart in my mouth， everything is standing
just as before， but not as if nothing had happened.
英文诗词：Nights
by Harvey Shapiro
Drunk and weeping. It‘s another night
at the live-in opera， and I figure
it‘s going to turn out badly for me.
The dead next door accept their salutations，
their salted notes， the drawn-out wailing.
It‘s we the living who must run for cover，
meaning me. Mortality‘s the ABC of it，
and after that comes lechery and lying.
And， oh， how to piece together a life
from this scandal and confusion， as if
the gods were inhabiting us or cohabiting
with us， just for the music‘s sake
春天英文诗词
by William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast-a cold wind. Beyond， the
waste of broad， muddy fields
brown with dried weeds， standing and fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the road the reddish
purplish， forked， upstanding， twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead， brown leaves under them
leafless vines-
Lifeless in appearance， sluggish
dazed spring approaches-
They enter the new world naked，
cold， uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold， familiar wind-
Now the grass， tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined-
It quickens： clarity， outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance-Still， the profound change
has come upon them： rooted， they
grip down and begin to awaken