February 10th, 2006
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.
-Joyce Kilmer
Tags: Poetry, Trees, Joyce Kilmer
Avik Chakravarty says:
Reminds me of The Solitary Reaper…William wordsworth if I remember correctly, though I feel mistaken
February 11th, 2006 at 09:11 pm
Neha says:
no, no. it is wordsworth.
February 12th, 2006 at 01:07 pm