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优秀英语诗歌朗读稿 英语毕业诗歌朗读稿诗歌是一种精巧的艺术,其语言之精炼,语汇之丰富,表达形势之精妙令人叹为观止。学英文而不懂英文诗歌,从审美角度看是个遗憾。WTT分享优秀英语诗歌朗读稿，希望可以帮助大家!优秀英语诗歌朗读稿：Even the Ohio Can ChangeRick CbellThe river I grew up on was rankwith oil.Shoreline stonesgleamed slick-blue and nothingin the river was worth a slugof scrap metal: carp and catfish,sick, riddled with chemical blood.My river was for barges,owned by US Steel, ARMCO, J&L.They pumped it full of slag,dripped and drained oil and gasthrough a thousand hidden holes.Nothing good could e of ite_cept a living and life,a whole valley's clinging dream.The Indians who named it beautiful riverweren't wrong; how could they knowwhat would e, dark and sooty,burning the sky, turning the earthto mud and cinder.Even in our terrible needwe couldn't kill it and the riveris ing back to river once again.In the cold ruin of the Ohio's banksmuskies swim the secret paths below.We grow older, the river younger,and great fish smash into the airto swallow a caterpillarfallen from a willow branch.优秀英语诗歌朗读稿：Adam Home from the WarsSean BishopYes, when the orchard's dolled up in pastelsand the finches scrawl cursive across the skyand the big moon sags like a tit o'er the meadows,I'll trade in my Glock for a pocket of dew.And the wars will stop.And everyonewill do the dishes.And the lionwill sweetly go down on the lambas among the rifle casings the brambleseject - at last - their thorns.Once, on a bench by the river, the little ducksseemed bread-sated and happy.I had my girl.It was the Great Past Tense and everything was lovely.Then, on the breeze: burnt spruce or a muskof black powder and blood from a further field.I made for my wound a poultice of wounds,and the ones I wounded made poultices too.We've e here this evening to give them to you.优秀英语诗歌朗读稿：ParableSandra BeasleyWorries e to a man and a woman.Small ones, light in the hand.The man decides to swallow his worries,hiding them deep within himself.The womanthrows hers as far as she can from their porch.They touch each other, relieved.They make coffee, and make plans forthe seaside in May.All the while, the worriesof the man take his insides as their oyster,coating themselves in juice - first gastric,then nacreous - growing layer upon layer.And in the fields beyond the wash-line,the worries of the woman take root,stretching tendrils through the rich soil.The parable tells us Consider the ravens,but the ravens caw useless from the guttersof this house.The parable tells usConsider the lilies, but they shiver in the side-yard,silent.What the parable does not tell youis that this woman collects porcelain cats.Some big, some small, some gilded, some plain.One stops doors.One cups cream and another, sugar.This man knows they are tacky.Still, when the onethat had belonged to her great-aunt felland broke, he held her as she wept, held hereven after her breath had lengthened to sleep.The parable does not care about such things.Worry has e to the house of a manand a woman.Their garden yields greens gonebitter, corn cowering in its husk.He asks himself, What will we eat? They sitat the table and open the mail: a bill, a bill, a bill,an invitation.She turns a saltshaker catbetween her palms and asks, What will we wear?He rubs her wrist with his thumb.He wonders how to offerthe string of pearls writhing in his belly.“优秀英语诗歌朗读稿”END第 6 页 共 6 页