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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 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. 树 　 乔伊斯‧基尔默 我想我永远也不会看到， 像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。