Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

Joyce Kilmer Poems

1. Thanksgiving 5/8/2015
2. A Valentine 5/9/2015
3. Age Comes A-Wooing 5/14/2015
4. In Memory of Rupert Brooke 6/11/2015
5. The Subway 6/17/2015
6. The Ballade Of Butterflies 12/13/2014
7. Roses 1/21/2015
8. Mid-Ocean In War-Time 1/21/2015
9. The New School 11/27/2014
10. St. Laurence 12/31/2002
11. The Apartment House 12/31/2002
12. Servant Girl And Grocer's Boy 12/31/2002
13. The Fourth Shepherd 12/31/2002
14. The White Ships And The Red 12/31/2002
15. Apology 4/26/2011
16. To A Blackbird And His Mate Who Died In The Spring 12/31/2002
17. The Twelve-Forty-Five 12/31/2002
18. Waverley 12/31/2002
19. St. Alexis, Patron Of Beggars 12/31/2002
20. To Certain Poets 12/31/2002
21. The Snowman In The Yard 12/31/2002
22. Mount Houvenkopf 12/31/2002
23. Folly 12/31/2002
24. Martin 12/31/2002
25. Houses 12/31/2002
26. Rouge Bouquet 1/4/2003
27. Poets 12/31/2002
28. Easter Week 12/31/2002
29. Wealth 12/31/2002
30. Main Street 12/31/2002
31. The Rosary 12/31/2002
32. Roofs 12/31/2002
33. Dave Lilly 12/31/2002
34. To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself 12/31/2002
35. Easter 12/31/2002
36. Alarm Clocks 12/31/2002
37. Vision 12/31/2002
38. Pennies 12/31/2002
39. Citizen Of The World 12/31/2002
40. Memorial Day 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Joyce Kilmer

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.

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Roofs

(For Amelia Josephine Burr)

The road is wide and the stars are out
and the breath of the night is sweet,
And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.
But I'm glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my face,
And to leave the splendour of out-of-doors for a human dwelling place.

I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to roam

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