sexta-feira, 15 de novembro de 2013


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 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.

Joyce Kilmer . "Trees and Other Poems" 1914

1 comentário:

Majo disse...

De fato, têm algo de divino que todos gostamos saborear, em especial, os loucos que até adoram abraçá-las!

De uma louquinha...