Joyce Kilmer QUOTES

1 " 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 , Trees and Other Poems

2 " If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong,
For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along.
And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows,
Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes. "

― Joyce Kilmer

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

― Joyce Kilmer , Trees and Other Poems

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

― Joyce Kilmer , Trees and Other Poems

5 " 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

6 " 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

7 " 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 , Trees

8 " When darkness hovers over earth
And day gives place to night,
Then lovers see the Milky Way
Gleam mystically bright,
And calling it the Way of Love
They hail it with delight. "

― Joyce Kilmer , Summer Of Love

9 " Trees (For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)
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 "

― Joyce Kilmer , Trees and Other Poems