Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

Joyce Kilmer Poems

1. In Memory of Rupert Brooke 6/11/2015
2. The Subway 6/17/2015
3. Gates and Doors 7/23/2015
4. Queen Elizabeth Speaks 6/10/2016
5. Thanksgiving 5/8/2015
6. A Valentine 5/9/2015
7. Age Comes A-Wooing 5/14/2015
8. The Ballade Of Butterflies 12/13/2014
9. Roses 1/21/2015
10. Mid-Ocean In War-Time 1/21/2015
11. The New School 11/27/2014
12. St. Laurence 12/31/2002
13. Servant Girl And Grocer's Boy 12/31/2002
14. The Apartment House 12/31/2002
15. The Fourth Shepherd 12/31/2002
16. The White Ships And The Red 12/31/2002
17. To A Blackbird And His Mate Who Died In The Spring 12/31/2002
18. The Twelve-Forty-Five 12/31/2002
19. Apology 4/26/2011
20. To Certain Poets 12/31/2002
21. St. Alexis, Patron Of Beggars 12/31/2002
22. Waverley 12/31/2002
23. The Snowman In The Yard 12/31/2002
24. Mount Houvenkopf 12/31/2002
25. Folly 12/31/2002
26. Martin 12/31/2002
27. Houses 12/31/2002
28. Rouge Bouquet 1/4/2003
29. Poets 12/31/2002
30. Easter Week 12/31/2002
31. Wealth 12/31/2002
32. Main Street 12/31/2002
33. Dave Lilly 12/31/2002
34. To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself 12/31/2002
35. The Rosary 12/31/2002
36. Memorial Day 12/31/2002
37. Vision 12/31/2002
38. Pennies 12/31/2002
39. Citizen Of The World 12/31/2002
40. Easter 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Joyce Kilmer

Trees

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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Roofs

(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

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