شعر إنجليزي

هل تساءلت يومًا كيف يطفو نسر في السماء عن طريق القيام بحركات دائرية؟ في هذه القصيدة تصور الشاعرة جوي هارجو كيف أنّ هذه الحركة الدائرية تشبه دورة الحياة.

.I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree Sandra Cisneros— :Some things on this earth are unspeakable —Genealogy of the broken

;The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ;It rains, and the wind is never weary ,The vine still clings to the mouldering wall ,But at every gust the dead leaves fall

,In Ocean’s wide domains ,Half buried in the sands ,Lie skeletons in chains .With shackled feet and hands

—I make truce with you, Walt Whitman .I have detested you long enough I come to you as a grown child ;Who has had a pig-headed father

The lazy are slaughtered the world grows industrious The ugly are slaughtered the world grows beautiful

,There’s a certain Slant of light –Winter Afternoons  That oppresses, like the Heft –Of Cathedral Tunes 

,The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn ,As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam .In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home

The fog has risen from the sea and crowned ,The dark, untrodden summits of the coast ,Where roams a voice, in canyons uttermost .From midnight waters vibrant and profound

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعرة جيليان كلارك، وهي قصيدة عن الآمال الضائعة والأحلام والفرص التي تمت إعادة النظر فيها، باستخدام استعارة الصقر وهيكله العظمي.

;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 

—Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him“ ;Tell him the page I didn’t write ,Tell him I only said the syntax .And left the verb and the pronoun out

.The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a Rut —Debates if it will go

,The cricket sang ,And set the sun ,And workmen finished, one by one .Their seam the day upon

That it will never come again .Is what makes life so sweet Believing what we don’t believe .Does not exhilarate

There is no Frigate like a Book ,To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page –Of prancing Poetry 

The rainbow never tells me ,That gust and storm are by Yet is she more convincing .Than Philosophy

Publication- is the Auction Of the Mind of Man Poverty- be justifying For so foul a thing

—My life closed twice before its close It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me

–Much Madness is divinest Sense –To a discerning Eye –Much Sense – the starkest Madness

Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows .Swarms of new flies

The bud ,stands for all things ,even those things that don't flower ;for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعر غاجنان مادهاف مكتيبود، تقدم القصيدة الفرق الصارخ بين الطبقة المتميزة والطبقة المحرومة من خلال تقديم الحالة اللاإنسانية للقسم المنهك في مجتمعنا.

,I am Ebenezer Bleezer ,I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE there are flavors in my freezer ,you have never seen before

,Be glad your nose is on your face ,not pasted on some other place ,for if it were where it is not .you might dislike your nose a lot

,The blushing dawn the easy illumes ,The birds their merry matins sing ,The buds breathe forth their sweet perfumes .And butterflies are on the wing

The fish are dreadful. They are brought up the mountain in the dawn most days, beautiful ,and alien and cold from night under the sea .the grand rooms fading from their flat eyes

Steaming chip-shop and the red-hot chips And me shaking salt, pepper and vinegar .All over them like I’m some kind of weather

,Pile on the Black Man’s Burden ;Tis nearest at your door‘ Why heed long bleeding Cuba ?Or dark Hawaii’s shore

In the midnight heavens burning ,Thro’ ethereal deeps afar Thus I mus’d, when o’er the vision ;Crept a red delirious change ,Hope dissolving to derision ;Beauty to distortion strange ,Hymnic chords in weird collision