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Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

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  • Freshman - 2,096 Points Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 1:21:00 AM)

    Kilmer is considered among the last of the Romantic era poets because his verse is conservative and traditional in style and does not break any of the formal rules of poetics—a style often criticized today for being too sentimental to be taken seriously

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  • Rookie Gloria Vojchehoske (4/12/2013 12:35:00 AM)

    Learned this one by heart in the sixth grade, its my favorite.I write poems my self.I have 138 to date.I love writi.g them.Wil continue till the day I die

  • Veteran Poet - 2,953 Points Walterrean Salley (8/9/2012 6:30:00 PM)

    Joyce Kilmer has long been one of my favorite poets. I'll never forget the poem, Trees. Learned it by heart, and use to quote it all the time. I still quote it sometimes.

  • Rookie Miriam A. Kilmer (11/26/2007 8:46:00 AM)

    I illustrated 'Easter' by my grandfather, Joyce Kilmer. Please visit my Miami Blue Butterfly page.
    There are downloadable images and tee shirts for sale.

  • Rookie Miriam A. Kilmer (11/24/2007 10:26:00 AM)

    If you found this page interesting:

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    Please visit my Joyce Kilmer website: http: //www.risingdove.com/kilmer/Trees.image.asp
    'Trees' limited edition print
    http: //www.risingdove.com/kilmer/jkbookindex.asp
    The Joyce Kilmer and Aline Kilmer Association Copies Book Index
    http: //www.risingdove.com/kilmer/FAQ.asp
    Joyce Kilmer: FAQs and Fancies
    and much more!
    I am Joyce Kilmer's granddaughter.

  • Rookie Nerissa Hedlind (12/12/2006 11:35:00 AM)

    reminds me of childhood...and God is definitely wonderful making a tree and humans can make a so good poem like this...

Memorial Day

"Dulce et decorum est"

The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

The roses blossom white and red
On tombs where weary soldiers lie;

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