Trees树

by Joyce Kilmer
乔埃斯·基尔默

I think that I shall never see

我想我永远也不会看到

A poem lovely as a tree;

象一棵树那样优美的诗篇，

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

树那饥渴的嘴唇紧紧贴住

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

大地乳汁甘美的胸脯，

A tree that looks at God all day,

它整天仰望着上帝，

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

举起枝叶繁茂的手臂祈祷，

A tree that may in Summer wear

它那茂密如发的枝叶里

A nest of robins in her hair;

夏天会筑起知更鸟的安乐窝，

Upon whose bosom snow has lain,

雪花飘落在它怀里，

Who intimately lives with rain.

它同雨水亲密无间。

Poems are made by fools like me,

诗歌出自我等愚人之手，

But only God can make a tree.

而树却是造化的天工。