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Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems
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    I can not believe I am the first to post a review, but then again, I can not believe in what they call poetry today. Kilmer used scanning and rhyming and for that, I am grateful. Yes, TREES is his most famous poem, but there are some other possibly great ones herein. Kilmore probably is considered homeophobic today att he univeresity level, as his poem TO CERTAIN POETS reflects some poets' namby-pamby sillinerss and concldes that these word-usurpers should leave poetry to "real men."

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Title: Trees and Other Poems

Author: Joyce Kilmer

Release Date: July 12, 2008 [EBook #263]

Last Updated: February 4, 2013

Language: English

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Produced by A. Light, and David Widger

TREES AND OTHER POEMS

by Joyce Kilmer

[Alfred Joyce Kilmer, American

(New Jersey & New York) Poet — 1886-1918.]

Edition of 1914.

[A number of these poems originally appeared in various periodicals.]


TREES AND OTHER POEMS

     "Mine is no horse with wings, to gain

      The region of the Spheral chime;

     He does but drag a rumbling wain,

      Cheered by the coupled bells of rhyme."

                              Coventry Patmore

To My Mother

     Gentlest of critics, does your memory hold

      (I know it does) a record of the days

      When I, a schoolboy, earned your generous praise

     For halting verse and stories crudely told?

     Over these childish scrawls the years have rolled,

      They might not know the world's unfriendly gaze;

      But still your smile shines down familiar ways,

     Touches my words and turns their dross to gold.

     More dear to-day than in that vanished time

      Comes your nigh praise to make me proud and strong.

     In my poor notes you hear Love's splendid chime,

      So unto you does this, my work belong.

     Take, then, a little gift of fragile rhyme:

      Your heart will change it to authentic song.


CONTENTS

To My Mother

TREES AND OTHER POEMS

The Twelve-Forty-Five

Pennies

Trees

Stars

Old Poets

Delicatessen

Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy

Wealth

Martin

The Apartment House

As Winds That Blow Against A Star

St. Laurence

To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself

Memorial Day

The Rosary

Vision

To Certain Poets

Love's Lantern

St. Alexis

Folly

Madness

Poets

Citizen of the World

To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring

The Fourth Shepherd

Easter

Mount Houvenkopf

The House with Nobody in It

Dave Lilly

Alarm Clocks

Waverley


TREES AND OTHER POEMS

The Twelve-Forty-Five

     (For Edward J. Wheeler)

     Within the Jersey City shed

     The engine coughs and shakes its head,

     The smoke, a plume of red and white,

     Waves madly in the face of night.

     And now the grave incurious stars

     Gleam on the groaning hurrying cars.

     Against the kind and awful reign

     Of darkness, this our angry train,

     A noisy little rebel, pouts

     Its brief defiance, flames and shouts —

     And passes on, and leaves no trace.

     For darkness holds its ancient place,

     Serene and absolute, the king

     Unchanged, of every living thing.

     The houses lie obscure and still

     In Rutherford and

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