爱华网英语诗歌的特点是短小精悍,语言简练,注重押韵,具有丰富的想象力,是英语文学中的瑰宝。小编整理了关于简单的英语小诗歌，欢迎阅读!
关于简单的英语小诗歌篇一
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
心灵利雅托--伊丽莎白·巴瑞特·勃朗宁
王道余 译
心灵利雅托，也有其交易，
一卷对一卷，换物在彼市，
从君诗人额，到我心里面，
得此头发卷，重过大货船，
发色黑带紫，如品达曾见，
紫中又透黑，缪斯白额前，
忧郁垂下来。你发如彼发，
我的爱，我猜，月桂冠影暗，
犹在你发卷，乌黑如这般!
轻吻般呼气，犹如丝带绾，
将此暗影栓，不再掉下边，
将此珍贵礼，置于我心间;
此地无人扰，犹在你额前，
在我死之前，不会缺温暖。
关于简单的英语小诗歌篇二
时光你张口
Sonnet 19
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
时光你张口---王道余 译
时光你张口，尽可钝狮爪，
土地长灵物，可令尽吞下;
雄狮血口中，且将獠牙拔，
长命有凤凰，浴血来火化;
你作长风去，欣忧季节替，
尽可任意为，时光腿脚利，
对广大世界，及其易逝丽;
唯一最狠事，我将你禁止：
吾爱光洁额，请勿刻时间，
亦勿用古笔，其上画线满;
他在你征途，勿使受牵连，
美丽作样本，人间永流传。
你尽管作恶：即便遭你害，
吾爱活我诗，年轻永不败。
关于简单的英语小诗歌篇三
the guitar
the weeping of the guitar
begins.
the goblets of dawn
are smashed.
the weeping of the guitar
begins.
useless
to silence it.
impossible
to silence it.
it weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
impossible
to silence it.
it weeps for distant
things.
hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
oh, guitar!
heart mortally wounded
by five swords.
吉他
吉他的呜咽
开始了。
黎明的酒杯
碎了。
吉他的呜咽
开始了。
要止住它
没有用，
要止住它
不可能。
它单调地哭泣，
象水在哭泣，
象风在雪上
哭泣。
要止住它
不可能。
它哭泣，是为了
远方的东西。
南方的热沙
渴望白色山茶花。
哭泣，没有鹄的箭，
没有早晨的夜晚，
于是第一只鸟
死在枝上。
啊，吉他!
心里插进
五柄利剑。
