Trees
树
Joyce Kilmer · 乔伊斯·基尔默
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 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.
我想我永远不会看到
一首诗，美得像一棵树。
一棵树，其饥渴的嘴
紧贴着大地甜美的流乳；
一棵树，终日仰望苍天，
举起它叶子的手臂祈祷；
一棵树，夏天或许
在发间戴着一巢知更鸟；
它的胸上曾落着雪；
它与雨亲密地生活。
诗是像我这样的傻瓜写的，
但只有上帝能造出一棵树。
基尔默的名篇：树本身就是最美的诗，人类写不出比树更美的作品。