【事務局日記】Trees

Trees

Joyce Kilmer(1886-1918)

 

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
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.

 

（事務局　河西）

 

ふとしたきっかけで出会った詩です。

アメリカの小中学生は、教科書で必ず学ぶ詩なんだそうです。

 

それぞれに感じていただければよいと思い、原文のままで掲載いたしました。