Poems are made by fools like me, Joyce Kilmer More Quotes by Joyce Kilmer More Quotes From Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. Joyce Kilmer nature inspirational love The air is like a butterfly Joyce Kilmer butterfly spring happiness I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 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 nature summer sweet The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light. Joyce Kilmer angel light sweet The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows / Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes Joyce Kilmer journey reason home They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years,And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with tears.It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far,But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are. Joyce Kilmer tears house years I suppose I passed it a hundred times, But I always stop for a minute. And look at the house, the tragic house, The house with nobody in it. Joyce Kilmer house success looks In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, Joyce Kilmer fighting men lying There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride. Joyce Kilmer brides old-age age At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of something beautiful ... The only sort of book I care to write about the war is the sort people will read after the war is over - a century after it is over. Joyce Kilmer beautiful war book I think that I shall never scan A tree as lovely as a man. . . . . A tree depicts divinest plan, But God himself lives in a man. Joyce Kilmer tree men thinking 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. Joyce Kilmer tree sweet thinking There is no peace to be taken Joyce Kilmer taken song war For nothing keeps a poet Joyce Kilmer hunger unattainable singing It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun Joyce Kilmer fire heart men Things have a terrible permanence when people die. Joyce Kilmer terrible dying people What matters Death, if Freedom be not dead? Joyce Kilmer what-matters fighting fire IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE Joyce Kilmer fashion pain lying When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths. Joyce Kilmer me daughter faith beautiful I believed in the Catholic position, the Catholic view of ethics and aesthetics, for a long time. But I wanted something not intellectual, some conviction not mental - in fact I wanted faith. Joyce Kilmer ethics faith time long
