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 A.J.基尔默

                                        吕志鲁译

 世上从无哪首诗歌，
 能象树一般令人倾慕。
 她如饥似渴吸吮甘甜的乳汁，
 将嘴紧贴大地的胸脯；
 成天仰望上帝，
 用多叶的手臂祷告求福；
 在那赤日炎炎的夏天，
 任知更鸟在发际把窝巢构筑；
 在雪中披上银装，
 在雨里接受沐浴沐冤
 我辈愚钝只配写诗，
 唯有上帝才能造树。

Trees

A.J.Kilmer

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 wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with the rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.