Poets Poem by Joyce Kilmer
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Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath
Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod.
They shall not live who have not tasted death.
They only sing who are struck dumb by God.
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4/24/2024 1:12:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
because kilmer's " trees" is a favorite poem of mine, and because i feel prompted to explore his other work, i begin today. with this poem what i mainly i feel is kinship with him, particularly in what he expresses in the last stanza. there are " light songs." then there are those that awe inspires, those that come from being " struck dumb" by God. -glen