TREES
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth’s hungry breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA 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!Poetry, A Magazine of VerseJoyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth’s hungry breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA 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!Poetry, A Magazine of VerseJoyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth’s hungry breast;
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s hungry breast;
A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;
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.
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!
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree!
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseJoyce Kilmer