正确把握诗歌的节奏，有感情地朗读诗歌，理解作者寄寓其中的情感。以下是外国诗歌经典朗诵，欢迎阅读。

　　A flower has sprouted in the street!

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

　　一朵花当街绽放！

　　巴士车，有轨电车，钢铁的车河，它们从远处经过。

　　A flower, still pale, has fooled the police,

　　it’s breaking through the asphalt.

　　一朵花，尽管还有些黯淡，在躲避警察，

　　它正在穿透沥青。

　　Let’s have complete silence, halt all business.

　　I swear that a flower has been born.

　　请你们安静下来，停下手里的生意，

　　我保证，有朵花生长了出来。

　　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

　　它的颜色毫不起眼。

　　它的花瓣还未绽放。

　　它的名字书中没有记载。

　　它很丑。但它千真万确是一朵花。

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

　　and fondle with my fingers this precarious form

　　下午五点钟，我坐在一国之都的地面上。

　　我缓慢地把手伸向这尚未明朗的形状。

　　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。

　　它冲破了沥青生长，冲破了世俗，谎言，与仇恨。

　　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."

　　从前一个阴郁的子夜，我独自沉思，慵懒疲竭，

　　沉思许多古怪而离奇、早已被人遗忘的传闻——

　　当我开始打盹，几乎入睡，突然传来一阵轻擂，

　　仿佛有人在轻轻叩击，轻轻叩击我的房门。

　　“有人来了，”我轻声嘟喃，“正在叩击我的房门——

　　唯此而已，别无他般。”

　　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，我清楚地记得那是在萧瑟的十二月；

　　每一团奄奄一息的余烬都形成阴影伏在地板。

　　我当时真盼望翌日；——因为我已经枉费心机

　　想用书来消除悲哀——消除因失去丽诺尔的悲叹——

　　因那被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女，她美丽娇艳——

　　在这儿却默默无闻，直至永远。

　　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.

　　那柔软、暗淡、飒飒飘动的每一块紫色窗布

　　使我心中充满前所未有的恐怖——我毛骨惊然；

　　为平息我心儿停跳．我站起身反复叨念

　　“这是有人想进屋，在叩我的房门——。

　　更深夜半有人想进屋，在叩我的房门；——

　　唯此而已，别无他般。

　　”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.

　　很快我的心变得坚强；不再犹疑，不再彷徨，

　　“先生，”我说，“或夫人，我求你多多包涵；

　　刚才我正睡意昏昏，而你来敲门又那么轻，

　　你来敲门又那么轻，轻轻叩击我的房门，

　　我差点以为没听见你”——说着我拉开门扇；——

　　唯有黑夜，别无他般。

　　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.

　　凝视着夜色幽幽，我站在门边惊惧良久，

　　疑惑中似乎梦见从前没人敢梦见的梦幻；

　　可那未被打破的寂静，没显示任何迹象。

　　“丽诺尔？”便是我嗫嚅念叨的唯一字眼，

　　我念叨“丽诺尔！”，回声把这名字轻轻送还，

　　唯此而已，别无他般。

　　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!

　　我转身回到房中，我的整个心烧灼般疼痛，

　　很快我又听到叩击声，比刚才听起来明显。

　　“肯定，”我说，“肯定有什么在我的窗棂；

　　让我瞧瞧是什么在那里，去把那秘密发现——

　　让我的心先镇静一会儿，去把那秘密发现；——

　　那不过是风，别无他般！