English poetry recitation Part I
Now I understand.
Linda Gregg
Something poured out. Fill field
Leave it empty. A gust of wind blew them.
When they move forward. weep
Same as before. Suddenly I understood why they left.
An empty bowl on the table, in an empty hut.
Overlooking the sea. And know its meaning.
Herons break branches and spread.
His wings in order to rise from the darkness
Woods in the night sky. I see
January's lover and river.
Heard a battlement of shouts,
Great, and then death began.
The pinnacle of passion. See the fracture
The moon and the sun are broken.
I believe in miracles because I only heard half of them.
The other half was seen. How are they arranged?
And how they eat. Let them shout.
People can call it pain in the garden,
Or heaven, depending on whether or not
Happiness is at the beginning, or after.
English Poetry Recitation Part II
My life call
Deborah Digges
My life is calling and setting fire.
In such a huge fireplace
I can stand inside and push.
The wood around me
When the church bell rang, with bare hands.
kill time
Chimney. no longer
Woodcutter, a stream for fire.
Or an architect, a staff.
Like a rifle thrown on a stone.
But to be an element, mistro.
A flute played on clay.
My breath angered the flames,
Fire rises to such a dream
Used to sing in the landlord's attic.
Used to sing the broken lyre,
Seasoned green.
Even if it's something I might keep,
My mother's letter,
A few locks of my children's hair
It's handed over here like a key.
Redeem my robe
Remand, and furniture
Dragged into the yard,
My sheets are hanging on pine,
The house set sail by this.
I stood on the cliff.
On the sea, a paper lamp,
A lantern. It's not mine anymore.
To count the sunken ships.
Who is riding a boat around,
Marry rock water
Storm the door,
See through the flames
There is a clearing there. What's this
You are. What you have to do.
English poetry recitation iii
A beautiful woman without pity
John Keats
Ah, what's bothering you, poor man,
Wandering pale alone;
The sedge in the lake withered,
No birds sing.
Ah, what's bothering you, poor man,
So haggard, so sad?
The squirrel's granary is full,
The harvest has been finished.
I see a lily on your forehead,
Dewdrops with anguish, humidity and fanaticism;
There is a withered rose on your cheek.
Too soon.
I met a lady on the grass.
Plump and beautiful, a fairy's child;
Her hair is long and her feet are light.
Her eyes are wild.
I put her on the horse where I was pacing,
I didn't see anything all day;
Because she can sing sideways.
Song of the fairy.
I made a wreath for her head,
There are bracelets and fragrant belts;
She looked at me as if she loved me,
Give a sweet moan.
She found my delicious root very sweet,
Wild honey and manna;
She said in strange language,
I really love you.
She took me to her bistro,
She stared and sighed deeply.
There, I closed her wild and sad eyes-
So I kissed and fell asleep.
We sleep on moss,
I dreamed, ah, misfortune arrival,
The latest dream I had.
On the cold hillside.
I saw the pale king and the prince,
Pale warrior, pale death;
Who cried-"beautiful woman without pity"
You're enslaved! "
I saw their hungry lips open wide in the darkness, giving a terrible warning.
I woke up and found me here.
On the cold hillside.
That's why I stay here alone, wandering pale,
Although the reeds in the lake withered, no birds sang.
English poetry recitation iv
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun.
William Shakespeare
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far redder than her lips;
If snow is white, why are her breasts dark brown?
If the hair is wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen red and white roses,
But I can't see such roses on her cheeks;
There is more happiness in some perfumes.
It smells worse than my mistress.
I like listening to her, but I know
Music has a more pleasant sound;
I admit that I have never seen the goddess leave;
My hostess stepped on the ground when she walked.
However, for heaven's sake, I think my love is rare
She used false pare to cover it up.