Joyce Kilmer - Trees 汉译

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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.

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乔易丝·基尔玛

我想，我永远也不会看到

一首诗像一棵树那么可爱。

树饥渴的嘴巴紧紧地贴向

泥土花香的涨起泉水的乳房；

树每天每天凝望着上帝

举起她多叶的手臂祈祷；

树可能在夏日里戴着

一窝知更鸟在她发间；

在她的怀里躺着雪；

雪和雨亲密地同住。

诗是像我这种呆子做的，

但只有上帝能造一棵树。