Joyce Kilmer · 1913
Trees
Joyce Kilmer · 1913
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.
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Background
Kilmer wrote it in 1913 at his house in New Jersey, looking out of a window. He was killed by a sniper in France five years later, at thirty-one.
Meaning
He says a tree beats anything he could write. It drinks from the ground, holds birds and snow, and spends all day looking at God.
Who's it for
A gardener, a farmer, or anyone who planted things that are still growing. It also fits a believer who found God outdoors rather than indoors.
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