Joyce Kilmer Poems
|2.||Age Comes A-Wooing||5/14/2015|
|3.||In Memory of Rupert Brooke||6/11/2015|
|5.||Gates and Doors||7/23/2015|
|7.||The Ballade Of Butterflies||12/13/2014|
|9.||Mid-Ocean In War-Time||1/21/2015|
|10.||The New School||11/27/2014|
|12.||The Apartment House||12/31/2002|
|13.||Servant Girl And Grocer's Boy||12/31/2002|
|14.||The Fourth Shepherd||12/31/2002|
|15.||The White Ships And The Red||12/31/2002|
|17.||To A Blackbird And His Mate Who Died In The Spring||12/31/2002|
|19.||To Certain Poets||12/31/2002|
|20.||St. Alexis, Patron Of Beggars||12/31/2002|
|22.||The Snowman In The Yard||12/31/2002|
|34.||To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself||12/31/2002|
|40.||Citizen Of The World||12/31/2002|
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.
Gates and Doors
There was a gentle hostler
(And blessed be his name!)
He opened up the stable
The night Our Lady came.
Our Lady and Saint Joseph,
He gave them food and bed,
And Jesus Christ has given him
A glory round his head.
So let the gate swing open