树Trees｜Joyce Kilmer

Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast A three that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair Upon whose bosom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain Poems are made by fools like me But only god can make a tree 咏树 乔伊斯.基尔默 永远见不到一首诗，我想 能够可爱得像棵树一样。 树嘴饥渴地紧贴着大地 胸膛里流淌的乳水如蜜。 树木一整天仰望着上帝， 为祈祷举起繁茂的手臂。 树的头发里也许戴上了 夏日中知更鸟儿筑的巢。 一朵朵雪花扑进她胸怀， 一滴滴雨水与她亲又爱。 做诗的个个像我是蠢货， 树木只能是上帝的创作。