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Trees. Joyce Kilmer. 1886 –. 1918. 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;
- Poems About Trees
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- Poems About Trees
4 Οκτ 2023 · 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;
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.
2 Φεβ 2018 · Lyrics: I think 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 robbins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.
Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 – 1918) is best known for his poem, "Trees," but he actually produced quite a large volume of work. Had his life not ended so tragically early, many believe he would have developed into one of America's great poets.
"TREES" By Philolexian Alfred Joyce Kilmer CC ’08 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;
‘Trees’ by Joyce Kilmer contains a speaker’s impassioned declaration that no art can outdo one of God’s creations, especially not a tree. The poem begins with the speaker stating that he will never see a poem that is more beautiful than a tree.
