美国文学史之modern poetry.doc

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963) The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To 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 there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972) In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) A Red Wheel-barrow So much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962) Poem 1 r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r who a ) s w ( e loo ) k upnowgath PREGORHRASS eringint ( o- aThe ) : l eA !p: S a (r rIvInG .gRrEaPsPhOs ) to rea ( be ) rran ( com) gi ( e ) ngly ，gras