诗歌赏析-10.pptxVIP

Poetry in English: Reading Creative Writing (10);BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! By Walt Whitman (1819-1892);An exaggerated vision;Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!Through the windows—through doors—burst like a force of ruthless men,Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;Into the school where the scholar is studying:Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride;Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain;So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.;Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets:Are beds prepared, for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds;No bargainers‘ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—Would they continue?Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?Then rattle quicker, heavier, drums—you bugles wilder blow.;Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!Make no parley—stop for no expostulation;Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer;Mind not the old man beseeching the young man;Let not the child‘s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties;Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the hearses,So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.;The Road not takenRobert Frost(1874-1963);;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same.;And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I