Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер)

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 God can make a tree.

1. The Apartment House
2. Mount Houvenkopf
3. St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
4. The Big Top
5. Queen Elizabeth Speaks

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Trees ("Trees, so he said and laid him lovingly")

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