Joyce Kilmer – Trees

Joyce Kilmer (1886-1914)

Trees (for Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

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.

4 thoughts on “Joyce Kilmer – Trees

  1. I enjoyed your tree and didn’t notice the opacity. Shirl’s tree, the story behind it is what I think every tree holds. When I see the Oaks I know that when we are all gone the Oaks will still be there as they have always been. The poem is nearly as lovely as a tree, or he at least sees beyond the tree itself.

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