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ppound · 19 days ago
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Trees by Joyce Kilmer
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never seea poem as lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst 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 wearA 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. Source God’s…
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apoemaday · a month ago
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Trees
by 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.
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wordswithoutcontext · a month ago
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screenspoetry · 3 months ago
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local-seraph · 3 months ago
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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."
Trees, Joyce Kilmer
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1five1two · 3 months ago
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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.
Joyce Kilmer
Image : Giant White Oak by Steve Zimic
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barracudablue · 4 months ago
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This ad is so directed that it’s even in the right color scheme.
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ricardoluizshadowsmetal · 7 months ago
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“ Acho que nunca verei um poema tão adorável como uma árvore.”
- Joyce Kilmer
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elegantzombielight · 7 months ago
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"I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree."
(Alfred) Joyce Kilmer, journalist and poet (6 December 1886-1918)
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ant-soul · 8 months ago
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Trees
By 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.
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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.
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“Trees”
by Joyce Kilmer
1913
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woodlandtrust · 10 months ago
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Trees - 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.
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artdaily7 · 10 months ago
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Trees by 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.
Piet Mondrian 1911 Gray Tree, Oil on canvas, Gemeentemuseum Den Haag, The Hague
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last-tambourine · 11 months ago
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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.
~Joyce Kilmer
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libram-ebooksdownload · a year ago
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Main Street, and Other Poems by Kilmer, Joyce https://ift.tt/2xpKgRw
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libram-ebooksdownload · a year ago
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Trees, and Other Poems by Kilmer, Joyce https://ift.tt/3a4Czxs
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graypixllc · a year ago
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Great Smoky Mountains, near Nantahala National Forest and Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest. North Carolina. Nikkormat, 24mm. Kodak TMAX 400. NIK Silver Efex Pro
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wtv123 · a year ago
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TREES
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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 sweet earth's 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)
I remember this poem from my childhood.  I’ve always loved it.  The trees are budding now.
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thesearejusttosay · a year ago
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Without apologies to Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never face A plum so cold and sweet to taste. A plum whose skin is taut and tart, The acme of the grower's art; A plum that sits in calm repose, Awaiting as its ripeness grows; A plum about which I must say I took it and I had my way; Which you had set aside to greet When you emerged to breakfast eat. Plums are eaten by fools like me, But your forgiveness sets me free.
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