我想我永远寻不出

THINK that I shall never see

一首诗美得像一棵树。

A poem lovely as a tree.

一棵树那饥渴的嘴紧贴上

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

大地甘甜流溢的乳房；

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

一棵树全时仰望着上帝，

A tree that looks at God all day,

高举她繁叶的手臂求祈；

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

一棵树会在那夏天

A tree that may in Summer wear

戴上知更鸟的巢在发间；

A nest of robins in her hair;

雪花躺落于胸口；

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

她与雨水长居相守。

Who intimately lives with rain.

诗歌是我这样的愚人所书，

Poems are made by fools like me,

却只有上帝能成就一棵树。

But only God can make a tree.