Thursday, March 08, 2007


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 as God all day
and lift her leafy arms to pray;
A tree 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 1886-1918

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