TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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 God can make a tree.
Need I add more?
Until recently the cedar tree was a famous meeting place in the Jardins de la Fontaine, in Nimes. Unfortunately the bad weather this winter has taken its toll… Here are some more pictures of what was left of the tree at the end of March 2010.
4 comments:
No Angie, you've said it all... and it's lovely.
xhenry
Hi Anji, I don't know if you'll remember but I used to do a cartoon blog a couple of years ago, I had the tag spooky (grey figure with yellow eyes) anyways, I have just started a new blog (about music this time http://themellowhangings.blogspot.com/) and the first blog I hit on the expose your blog site was yours, so I felt that was fate and I had to comment, congratulations on sticking with it when others have fallen!
Henry: I wonder if she had seen that tree when she wrote the poem.
Mel:it's good to be in contact again!!
This is such a lovely poem and so becoming of the postcard
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