A new feature for Tuesdays on the Blue Truck: random poems I like. Not necessarily biographical or sociopolitical, just good stuff.
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Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
Trees
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.
1913
N. B. -- Joyce Kilmer was a man. He died fighting in France during World War I.
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4 comments:
I was thinking Robert Frost.
Understandable. Frost wrote the one about Woods.
This was the first poem I recall learning about in school - elementary school!
One of the first I ever learned about too. A lovely, simple thing.
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