Joyce Kilmer Poems
|44.||Citizen Of The World||12/31/2002|
|47.||A Blue Valentine||12/31/2002|
|48.||As Winds That Blow Against A Star||12/31/2002|
|50.||Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty||1/4/2003|
|51.||Prayer Of A Soldier In France||12/31/2002|
|53.||The House With Nobody In It||12/31/2002|
Comments about Joyce Kilmer
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.
(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