正確把握詩歌的節(jié)奏，有感情地朗讀詩歌，理解作者寄寓其中的情感。以下是外國詩歌經(jīng)典朗誦，歡迎閱讀。

　　A flower has sprouted in the street!

　　Buses, street cars, steel stream of traffic: steer clear.

　　一朵花當街綻放！

　　巴士車，有軌電車，鋼鐵的車河，它們從遠處經(jīng)過。

　　A flower, still pale, has fooled the police,

　　it’s breaking through the asphalt.

　　一朵花，盡管還有些黯淡，在躲避警察，

　　它正在穿透瀝青。

　　Let’s have complete silence, halt all business.

　　I swear that a flower has been born.

　　請你們安靜下來，停下手里的生意，

　　我保證，有朵花生長了出來。

　　Its color is uncertain

　　It’s not showing its petals

　　Its name isn’t in the books

　　It is ugly. But it really is a flower

　　它的顏色毫不起眼。

　　它的花瓣還未綻放。

　　它的名字書中沒有記載。

　　它很丑。但它千真萬確是一朵花。

　　I sit down on the ground of the nation’s capital at five in the afternoon,

　　and fondle with my fingers this precarious form

　　下午五點鐘，我坐在一國之都的地面上。

　　我緩慢地把手伸向這尚未明朗的形狀。

　　It is ugly. But it is a flower.

　　It broke the asphalt, the tedium, the disgust and the hatred.

　　它很丑。但它是一朵花。

　　它沖破了瀝青生長，沖破了世俗，謊言，與仇恨。

　　The Raven

　　Edgar Allan Poe

　　Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weakry.

　　Over many a quint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

　　While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

　　As of some one rapping, rapping at my chamber door.  "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door——

　　Only this, and nothing more."

　　從前一個陰郁的子夜，我獨自沉思，慵懶疲竭，

　　沉思許多古怪而離奇、早已被人遺忘的傳聞——

　　當我開始打盹，幾乎入睡，突然傳來一陣輕擂，

　　仿佛有人在輕輕叩擊，輕輕叩擊我的房門。

　　“有人來了，”我輕聲嘟喃，“正在叩擊我的房門——

　　唯此而已，別無他般。”

　　Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

　　And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

　　Eagerly I wished the morrow; ——vainly I had tried to borrow.

　　From my books surcease of sorrow——sorrow for the lost Lenore——

　　For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-——

　　Nameless here for evermore

　　哦，我清楚地記得那是在蕭瑟的十二月；

　　每一團奄奄一息的余燼都形成陰影伏在地板。

　　我當時真盼望翌日；——因為我已經(jīng)枉費心機

　　想用書來消除悲哀——消除因失去麗諾爾的悲嘆——

　　因那被天使叫作麗諾爾的少女，她美麗嬌艷——

　　在這兒卻默默無聞，直至永遠。

　　And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

　　Thrilled me——filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

　　So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

　　"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-——

　　Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-——

　　This it is and nothing more.

　　那柔軟、暗淡、颯颯飄動的每一塊紫色窗布

　　使我心中充滿前所未有的恐怖——我毛骨驚然；

　　為平息我心兒停跳．我站起身反復(fù)叨念

　　“這是有人想進屋，在叩我的房門——。

　　更深夜半有人想進屋，在叩我的房門；——

　　唯此而已，別無他般。

　　”Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

　　"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

　　But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

　　And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

　　That I scarce was sure I heard you"——here I opened wide the door; ——

　　Darkness there, and nothing more.

　　很快我的心變得堅強；不再猶疑，不再彷徨，

　　“先生，”我說，“或夫人，我求你多多包涵；

　　剛才我正睡意昏昏，而你來敲門又那么輕，

　　你來敲門又那么輕，輕輕叩擊我的房門，

　　我差點以為沒聽見你”——說著我拉開門扇；——

　　唯有黑夜，別無他般。

　　Deep into that: darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing

　　Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

　　But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

　　And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

　　This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, " Lenore! "

　　Merely this, and nothing more.

　　凝視著夜色幽幽，我站在門邊驚懼良久，

　　疑惑中似乎夢見從前沒人敢夢見的夢幻；

　　可那未被打破的寂靜，沒顯示任何跡象。

　　“麗諾爾？”便是我囁嚅念叨的唯一字眼，

　　我念叨“麗諾爾！”，回聲把這名字輕輕送還，

　　唯此而已，別無他般。

　　Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

　　Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.

　　"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

　　Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-——

　　Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; ——

　　Tis the wind, and nothing more!

　　我轉(zhuǎn)身回到房中，我的整個心燒灼般疼痛，

　　很快我又聽到叩擊聲，比剛才聽起來明顯。

　　“肯定，”我說，“肯定有什么在我的窗欞；

　　讓我瞧瞧是什么在那里，去把那秘密發(fā)現(xiàn)——

　　讓我的心先鎮(zhèn)靜一會兒，去把那秘密發(fā)現(xiàn)；——

　　那不過是風，別無他般！