Monday, January 15

Trees

(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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.

Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is lovely.

Tue Jan 16, 02:59:00 pm 2007  
Blogger missmellifluous said...

As lovely as a tree?

Wed Jan 17, 08:30:00 am 2007  

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