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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.
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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;
Kilmer’s ‘Trees’ marvels at nature’s beauty, declaring trees as divine art surpassing human creation, in simple yet profound couplets. Read Poem PDF Guide
"Trees" is a poem by Joyce Kilmer written in 1913. By far Kilmer's most popular work, the speaker insists that no poem can ever be as "lovely as a tree." In other words, human art invariably fails to match the beauty and majesty of nature.
4 Φεβ 2013 · TREES AND OTHER POEMS by Joyce Kilmer [Alfred Joyce Kilmer, American (New Jersey & New York) Poet — 1886-1918.] Edition of 1914. [A number of these poems originally appeared in various periodicals.]
Trees. by. Joyce Kilmer. Next. 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;
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.
