TREES, de Joyce Kilmer

21 SET Dia da Árvore

Encontrei em meio a papéis avulsos, de longa data guardados, em cópia carbono datilografada, já um tanto apagada, o poema TREES, de Joyce Kilmer - que compartilho. (Apresento em seguida tradução livre deste blogueiro).

TREES    

                                                    ( Joyce Kilmer )

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

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.

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