我想我永远也不会看到
象一棵树那样优美的诗篇，

树那饥渴的嘴唇紧紧贴住
大地乳汁甘美的胸脯，

它整天仰望着上帝，
举起枝叶繁茂的手臂祈祷，

它那茂密如发的枝叶里
夏天会筑起知更鸟的安乐窝，

雪花飘落在它怀里，
它同雨水亲密无间。

诗歌出自我等愚人之手，
而树却是造化的天工。

又是新闻记者兼文学评论家，第一次世界大战中在法国的玛恩河大战中降亡。基尔默出生于新泽西州新不伦类克，毕业于拉特格斯大学和哥伦比亚大学，1911年出版了第一本诗集 《爱之夏》。《咏树》于1913年先发表于《诗刊》，后作为基尔默诗集《咏树及其它诗篇》

The Sound of Trees


By Robert Frost


I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.