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I think that I

shall never see


A poem lovely as
a tree.

S que jams oir


un canto
tan primoroso
como un rbol,

A tree whose
hungry mouth is
pressed
Against the
earth's sweet
flowing breast;

que aprieta su boca


sedienta
contra la tierra y se
alimenta,

A tree that looks


at God all day,
And lifts her leafy
arms to pray;

que mira todo el da


a Dios
y alza sus brazos en
oracin,

A tree that may in


Summer wear
A nest of robins in
her hair;

que quiz luzca en


su melena
un nido o una
colmena,

Upon whose
bosom snow has
lain;
Who intimately
lives with rain.

en cuyo seno cae la


nieve,
que se estremece
cuando llueve.

Poems are made


by fools like me,
But only God can
make a tree.

Un poema lo hace
cualquiera,
un rbol solo Dios
lo crea.
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Kilmer (1886 1918)