TREE
by
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 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 people like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Planten var ved køb en tør og
vissen rod. Når den sættes i en
skål vand, er den efter få dage,
en flot grøn plante. Senere kan
man lægge den til tørre til
senere brug. Ved Du navnet på
den?
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The
plant
was
when
buying
a
dry
and
withered
roots.
When
you
place
it
in
a
bowl
of
water,
in a
few
days,
a
nice
green
plant.
Later
you
may
leave
it
to
dry
for
later
use.
Do
you
know
the
name
of
this
plant?
bentbay@gmail.com
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