Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s 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.
好文。送你一首關於樹的詩:
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• 謝謝。找到了中文版,很喜歡。這詩人還是我們新澤西州人:) -快樂樹- ♀ (300 bytes) () 10/25/2013 postreply 21:16:02