英语诗歌大全

by Wallace Stevens Poetry is the supreme fiction， madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus， The c...

by Yusef Komunyakaa The hills my brothers & I created Never balanced， & it took years To discover how the world worked. We could look at a tre...

by Maxine Kumin Up attic， Lucas Harrison， God rest his frugal bones， once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. The wood was new....

by Lyn Lifshin Someone writes kike on the blackboard and the "k's" pull thru the chalk stick in my plump pale thighs even after the high...

by A. F. Moritz The greatest twentieth-century work of art is not a poem or a painting but the steel helmet： so said some Nazi curator. And indeed the...

by Alan Shapiro It may not be the ghostly ballet of our avoidances that they'll remember， nor the long sulks of those last months， nor the voices ...

by Nathaniel Tarn Sitting， facing the sun， eyes closed. I can hear the sun. I can hear the bird life all around for miles. It flies through us and aro...

by Jack Hirschman There's a happiness， a joy in one soul， that's been buried alive in everyone and forgotten. It isn't your barroom joke o...

by Wanda Coleman bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room trying to ignore them in the morning， especially Sunday mornings it will not let me u...

by Federico García Lorca （Translated by Cola Franzen） The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the gui...