Joyce Kilmer Poets Poems

(For Robert Cortez Holliday)

If I should live in a forest
And sleep underneath a tree,
...

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.
...

Now is the rhymer's honest trade
A thing for scornful laughter made.

The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain,
...