Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

Against the earths 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.

我想我永遠(yuǎn)也不會(huì)看到

像一棵樹那樣優(yōu)美的詩篇。

樹那饑渴的嘴唇緊貼著

大地乳汁甘美的胸脯，

它整天仰望著上帝，

舉起枝葉繁茂的手臂祈禱，

它那茂密如發(fā)的枝葉里

夏天會(huì)筑起知更鳥的安樂窩，

雪花飄落在它懷里，

它同雨水親密無間。

詩歌出自我等愚人之手，

而樹卻是造化的天工。

作者簡介：

喬伊斯·基爾默（1886—1918），美國詩人、新聞?dòng)浾吆驮u(píng)論家。基爾默絕大部分的詩歌都不被大眾熟知，而發(fā)表于1913年的《詠樹》卻是一首在美國知名度極高的抒情詩。