April 23rd, 2005


Poet's Corner: Trees

So I says to to Lois, I says, "what's your favorite poem?" She says, "I don't know… How about 'Trees' by Kilmer." So how about it?


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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 (1886–1918)

I can't mention Joyce Kilmer without quoting the legendary Shelley Berman: "Joyce Kilmer? Who's she?"