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,
Only God can make a tree.
~ Joyce Kilmer ~
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,
Only God can make a tree.
~ Joyce Kilmer ~
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4 comments:
Lovely colors of Spring....
Beautiful spring Blooms
Spring is a season of life but somewhere in the background these opening lines from TS Eliot's - The Wasteland
Quoth
April is the cruelest of month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers
Unquoth
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Thankee, Ranjani!
Namaskar, Autar-ji, waare choo? Thanks for stopping by.
Ravinder, well said. "....mixing
Memory and desire,..." Wah!
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