Joyce Kilmer Poems
- Trees I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a ...
- Stars (For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, ...
- The House With Nobody In It Whenever I walk to Suffern along ...
- Old Poets (For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live ...
- As Winds That Blow Against A S... (For Aline) Now by what...
- Madness (For Sara Teasdale) The lonely farm, the crowded ...
- Prayer Of A Soldier In France 1 My shoulders ache beneath...
Kilmer was born on December 6, 1886 in New Brunswick, New Jersey, the fourth and youngest child of Annie Ellen Kilburn (1849–1932) and Dr. Frederick Barnett Kilmer (1851–1934), a physician and analytical chemist employed by the Johnson and Johnson Company and inventor of the company's baby powder. Joyce was named Alfred Joyce Kilmer after Alfred R. Taylor, the curate; and the Rev. Dr. Elisha Brooks Joyce (1857–1926), the rector of Christ Church, the oldest Episcopal parish in New Brunswick, where the Kilmer family were parishioners. Rector Joyce, who served the parish from 1883 to 1916, baptised the young Kilmer. Kilmer's birthplace in New Brunswick, where the Kilmer family lived from 1886 ... more »
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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.