trees 树 joyce kilmer 乔叶思·基尔默   i think that i shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. a tree whose hungry mouth is prest againsr the earth's sweet flowing breast; a tree that looks at god all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pry; 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.   我向，永远不会看到一首诗， 可爱的如同一株树一样。 一株树，他的饥渴的嘴 吮吸着大地的甘露。 一株树，他整日望着天 高擎着叶臂，祈祷无语。 一株树，夏天在他的发间 会有知更鸟砌巢居住。 一株树，白雪躺在他胸上， 他和雨是亲密的伴侣。 诗是我辈愚人所吟， 树只有上帝才能赋。