Trees and Other Poems
by Joyce Kilmer
Alfred Joyce Kilmer, American (New Jersey & New York) Poet -- 1886-1918.
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
Trees and Other Poems
by Joyce Kilmer
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.
[A number of these poems originally appeared in various periodicals.]
Contents
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 ...
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