Trees 조이스 킬머 I think that I shall never see A Poem lovely as a tree; A tree Whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowering breast; A tree that Looks so God all day; And Lifts her leafy arms to pray.... 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. 번역 장영희 내 ..