Trees by Joyce Kilmer

　　I think that I shall never see

　　A poem lovely as a tree;

　　A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

　　Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

　　A tree that looks at God all day,

　　And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

　　A tree that may in Summer wear

　　A nest of robins¹ in her hair;

　　Upon whose bosom² snow has lain,

　　Who intimately lives with rain.

　　Poems are made by fools like me,

　　But only God can make a tree.

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　　树

          --乔埃斯·基尔默

　　我想我永远也不会看到

　　象一棵树那样优美的诗篇，

　　树那饥渴的嘴唇紧紧贴住

　　大地乳汁甘美的胸脯，

　　它整天仰望着上帝，

　　举起枝叶繁茂的手臂祈祷，

　　它那茂密如发的枝叶里

　　夏天会筑起知更鸟的安乐窝，

　　雪花飘落在它怀里，

　　它同雨水亲密无间。

　　诗歌出自我等愚人之手，

　　而树却是造化的天工。

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