Joyce kilmer
tree
Juye kilmer
I don't think I'll see it again
A lovely poem like a tree.
A tree, its hungry mouth is open
Embrace the sweet breasts of the earth again;
A tree that looks at God all day,
Raise her leafy arm to pry;
A tree that may wither in summer.
A nest of robins in her hair;
Whose chest does the snow lie on?
He lives close to the rain.
Only a fool like me can write poetry,
But only God can build a tree.
I don't think I will ever see a poem,
Lovely as a tree.
A tree, his thirsty mouth
Suck the dew of the earth.
A tree, he looks at the sky all day.
Hold your arms high and pray silently.
A tree, in his summer hair.
Robins nest and live.
A tree, snow lying on his chest,
He and Yu are good friends.
Poetry is sung by fools of our generation,
Trees can only be given by God.