Simple and memorable appreciation of English poetry?

Appreciating English poetry is an important part of English learning. Just like learning Chinese, learning English requires understanding English poetry. I have carefully collected simple and memorable English poems for everyone to enjoy and learn!

Simple and memorable English poems 1

For virgins, for cherishing time.

Author: robert herrick

Collect rose buds as much as you can,

The old days are still flying;

This flower is also in full bloom today.

Will die tomorrow.

Brilliant lamp of heaven, sun,

The higher he climbed,

The sooner his game is over,

He is getting closer and closer to the end.

The first age is the best,

When the blood of youth is warmer;

But being spent, worse, the worst.

The times still inherited the former.

Then don't be shy, make good use of your time,

Get married while you are still alive;

Because you lost your youth,

You can stay forever.

Simple and easy-to-remember English poems II

San sepulcero

Author: jorie graham

In this blue light

I can take you there,

Snow makes me

The world of bones

See through. this

It is my house,

My Etruscan district

The wall, my neighbor's

Lemon tree, just below.

The lower church,

Aircraft factory.

A rooster

Crows appear from the fog all day.

Outside the wall.

There's milk on the radio,

Add ice to the oil

Lemon peel. How clean is it?

The idea is,

A sacred tomb. It's this girl

Author Piero

Della Francesca, unbutton your buttons.

Her blue dress,

Her weather cloak,

enter

labor. E we can go in.

It was before.

The birth of god. nobody

Has risen.

Go to the museum, go to the rally.

Line-subject

And wings-flying outdoors.

Market. this is

What do the living do: go in.

It's a long way.

The skirt is always open.

From eternity

Privacy, fetal movement.

Deep down,

It's a tragedy, now

Always stillborn,

But every time I breathe,

It's a button

Unfinished, terrible things

Flexible fingers

Find all the stations.

Simple and easy to remember English poems 3

San Francisco night window

Author: robert penn warren

Time hangs like ripe and sweet fruit,

The embodiment of our strictness and despair,

Although the ancient western seagulls lamented

On the retreating huge waters

Tired of white and sentimental stars.

Accept these images as they are—

From a fragile element in the past

Turned out to be an accident.

I want to speak sincerely and sincerely;

I can say for sure that the story is short,

A heartless catalogue of souls

Bear the sum of its quickness and pitiability.

Miss you, hunger is a city in the fog.

Now the dark pile is restored

Their prayers were framed and frozen.

There are joints and shafts on the stone.

Against vanity and absolute air.

If so, crazy breathing can be forgiven,

The deep blood was subdued before it disappeared.

In the brutal resistance to stones,

Then we will all be forgiven.

Simple and easy to remember English poems 4

To. . .

Author rene char * * * Translated by Susan Dubrov * * *

You have been my lover for so many years,

I get dizzy thinking about so many hopes,

My dizziness will not age or cool down;

Even what awaits our death,

Or slowly learned how to fight us,

Even if it is strange to us,

Or my eclipse and my return.

Boxwood shutter

Including our amazing luck,

Our mountains,

Our urgent glory.

I said luck, my injured people,

Each of us can receive it.

The mystery of the other

Don't reveal it;

Besides, our sadness comes from other places,

The sadness that destroys and renews us,

Will dissolve by itself

In the name of our Federation,

Will eventually find its orbit.

In our cloudy center.

I said luck; This is how I feel.

You have lifted the top of the mountain.

My hope will have to climb.

When it disappears tomorrow.

Simple and easy to remember English poems 5

Today I went to Brayton Bach.

I am lying on you today.

And the window is thick white eyes.

Listen to the blocked cave

In the darkroom of your chest,

Eternity is hidden in the sound of pain

From your gorgeous throat,

Pain and excitement flow in a watershed.

With all due respect,

Your thighs are the favorite of your hair.

Shiny lining of secret games at night:

I aimed at the innermost moon.

And rent, moved by grammar and slowness.

Sadness and happiness, so

I love you, so much.

When you are blind,

Silent disposal,

It must be on a high mountain.

Hundreds of poor people

Stamp one's feet in the dust and drum.

A woman's voice is like this undulating skyline

Plug up the last ecstasy