Trees

’詠樹’’喬伊斯’基爾’ (1886-1918) ’最著’詩’’基爾’’’詩’’’’’’’’’文學評論’’第’次’’’戰中’’國’瑪’’’戰中降’’基爾’’生’’’’’’不’類’’畢’’’’’斯’學’哥’比’’學’1911’’’’第’本詩集 ’’之’’’’詠樹’’1913’’’’’’詩’’’’’’基爾’詩集’詠樹及’它詩’’

(1914)’’’詩’’’著’有’馬戲團及’它雜文’’’’街及’它詩’’’’創’中’文學’’’及’’天’教詩’集’夢’’幻’’’基爾’’’’迫授予’國’’’’章’

永遠見不’’首詩’我’

’夠’’’像棵樹’樣’

樹’饑渴’緊’著’’

’膛裏’’’’’’’’

樹木’整天仰望著’’’

’’禱’’’’’手’’

樹’’’裏’’戴’’

’日中’’鳥’’’’’

’朵朵雪’撲’’’’’

’’’’’’’親’’’

做詩’個個像我’蠢’’

樹木’’’’’’創’’

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I think that I shall never see
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 weal
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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