《芒果街上的小屋》 一本優美純凈的小書，一本“詩小說”。由幾十個短篇組成，語言清澈如流水，點綴著零落的韻腳和新奇的譬喻，如一首首長歌短調，各自成韻，又彼此鉤連，匯聚出一個清晰世界，各樣雜沓人生。所有的講述都歸于一個敘述中心：居住在芝加哥拉美移民社區芒果街上的女孩埃斯佩朗莎。生就對弱的同情心和對美的感覺力，她用清澈的眼打量周圍的世界，用美麗稚嫩的語言講述成長、滄桑、生命的美好與不易和年輕的熱望與夢想，夢想有一所自己的房子，夢想在寫作中追尋自我，獲得自由和幫助別人的能力。

Four Skinny Trees

They are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four raggedy excuses planted by the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn"t appreciate these things.

Their strength is secret. They send ferocious roots beneath the ground. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep. Let one forget his reason for being, they"d all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other. Keep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. They teach.

When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who reach and do not forget to reach. Four whose only reason is to be and be.

四棵細瘦的樹

他們是唯一懂得我的。我是唯一懂得它們的。四棵細瘦的樹兒長著細細的脖頸和尖尖的肘骨，像我的一樣。不屬于這里但到了這里的四個。市政栽下充數的四棵殘次品。從我的房間里我們可以聽到它們的聲音，可蕾妮只是睡覺，不能領略這些。

他們的力量是個秘密。他們在地下展開兇猛的根系。他們向上生長也向下生長，用它們須發樣的腳趾攥緊泥土，用它們猛烈的牙齒噬咬天空，怒氣從不懈怠。這就是它們堅持的方式。

假如有一棵忘記了他存在的理由，他們就全都會像玻璃瓶里的郁金香一樣耷拉下來，手挽著手。堅持，堅持，堅持。樹兒在我睡著的時候說。他們教會人。

當我太悲傷太瘦弱無法堅持再堅持的時候，當我如此渺小卻要對抗這么多磚塊的時候，我就會看著樹兒。當街上沒有別的東西可看的時候。不畏水泥仍在生長的四棵。伸展伸展從不忘記伸展的四棵。唯一的理由是存在存在的四棵。