شعر إنجليزي

,The world is great: the birds all fly from me  The stars are golden fruit upon a tree  ,All out of reach: my little sister went  .And I am lonely

,Most near, most dear, most loved and most far Under the window where I often found her ,Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter ,Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand

It was so simple: you came back to me And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter But that. That you had gone away from me .And lived for days with him—it didn’t matter

,Down the long hall she glistens like a star  ,The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone .Yet none the less immortal, breathing on 

.No one could say how the tiger got into the menagerie ,It was too flash, too blue .too much like the painting of a tiger

.Your Riches — taught me — Poverty Myself — a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast —Till broad as Buenos Ayre 

I years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never saw before

I measure every Grief I meet –With narrow, probing, eyes  –I wonder if It weighs like Mine  .Or has an Easier size

,I like a look of Agony —Because I know it’s true ,Men do not sham Convulsion —Nor simulate, a Throe

;Hope was but a timid friend ,She sat without the grated den ,Watching how my fate would tend .Even as selfish-hearted men

;I do not weep; I would not weep :Our mother needs no tears Dry thine eyes, too; ’tis vain to keep .This causeless grief for years

Come hither, child — who gifted thee ?With power to touch that string so well ,How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me ?Thoughts that I would — but cannot quell

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعرة إميلي برونتي، تقدم القصيدة وصف حالة المتحدث العاطفية والروحية، تابع المزيد من القراءة لتتعرف على شرح القصيدة.   ملخص قصيدة At Castle Wood   إميلي برونتي كانت شاعرة مشهورة على نطاق واسع منذ أن بدأت في كتابة الشعر، مساهماتها في الأدب الإنجليزي مشهورة، عاشت حياة صعبة للغاية وكانت مليئة بالمآسي والمصاعب […]

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعر غالواي كينيل، وهي قصيدة جميلة عن الأبوة والحب، تقدم هذه القطعة مشهدًا مألوفًا غالبًا ما يحدث في حياة الزوجين.   ملخص قصيدة After Making Love We Hear Footsteps   ظهرت هذه القصيدة في مجموعة شعر (Galway Kinnell ،Mortal Acts ،Mortal Words)، التي نُشرت في عام 1980، وهي القصيدة الثانية المتعلقة بالقطعة […]

I am vicious with love for the indigo snow .Untouched, as it blankets the river ,My mad love will undergo every woe .Every wet frigid grief will endure :My darling, my soul is a bottle of snow

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعر غاجنان مادهاف مكتيبود، وهي قصيدة تعليمية توضح لنا كيف أن الجانب السلبي بداخلنا لا يدمر إيجابية العقل فحسب، بل يضر أيضًا بصلاح البشرية جمعاء.

هي قصيدة للشاعرة إيلا ويلر ويلكوكس، تصف القصيدة حقائق الحياة بمصطلحات عالمية ويقلل من تأثيرها من خلال التأكيد على طبيعتها المتكررة.   ملخص قصيدة The Year   هي عبارة عن قصيدة من ستة مقطوعات مقسمة إلى مجموعات من سطرين، والمعروفين أيضًا باسم مقاطع، اختارت ويلكوكس هيكلة هذه القطعة بمخطط قافية متسق، وهي تتبع نمط (aa […]

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

—An awful Tempest mashed the air —The clouds were gaunt, and few A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak .Hid Heaven and Earth from view

!Heart, we will forget him !You and I, to-night ,You may forget the warmth he gave .I will forget the light

—From Blank to Blank A Threadless Way —I pushed Mechanic feet

;I struck the board, and cried, “No more  !I will abroad  ?What? shall I ever sigh and pine  ,My lines and life are free, free as the road 

As far as I am concerned .We are driving into oblivion ,On either side there is nothing And beyond your driving .Shaft of light it is black

We once watched a crowd .pull a drowned child from the lake Blue lipped and dressed in water’s long green silk .she lay for dead

I am sitting in the wrong room listening For the wrong baby. I don’t love This baby. She is sleeping a snuffly ;Roseate, bubbling sleep; she is fair

.It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool .She had no blush, but slanted down her eye :Shamed nature, then, confesses love can die And most she punishes the tender fool !Who will believe what honours her the most

.I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life I want a peek at the back .Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows .A girl gets sick of a rose

for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot ,like the others--the co-pilot for example, I saw him

,Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold ;And many goodly states and kingdoms seen Round many western islands have I been .Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold

In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush ;Was blooming round our feet