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Trees. By Joyce Kilmer. 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.
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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;
Trees es un poema del poeta estadounidense Joyce Kilmer. Escrito en febrero de 1913, fue publicado por primera vez en Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, en agosto del mismo año, e incluido en la colección de 1914 de Kilmer Trees and Other Poems.
‘Trees’ by Joyce Kilmer was written in February of 1913 and was first published in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. It was then included in Trees and Other Poems, one of Kilmer’s most popular volumes. It is for ‘Trees’ that Kilmer is most widely remembered.
"Trees" is a lyric poem by American poet Joyce Kilmer. Written in February 1913, it was first published in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse that August and included in Kilmer's 1914 collection Trees and Other Poems .
28 de abr. de 2023 · Trees. by Joyce Kilmer. 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.
"Trees" is a poem by Joyce Kilmer written in 1913. By far Kilmer's most popular work, the speaker insists that no poem can ever be as "lovely as a tree." In other words, human art invariably fails to match the beauty and majesty of nature.
