A tree with eyes anew.
...thanks to this poem. And this is one reason I love poetry! The right poem paints a vivid picture of His "invisible things", and I gasp!
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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.
This is one of the few poems I remember from English class. It makes an impression, doesn't it? I hope I do--always see trees with eyes anew.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your sweet words over at the Wellspring. The holidays are bittersweet sometimes. And I try to seize those moments of beauty when I can. Many blessings, Danielle.
Discounted Canon Powershot S95
ReplyDeleteYou have a handy website here
You can cry underwater your tears are merely hidden.
ReplyDeleteThe title of the poem refers to the lime or Linden tree and Coleridge must know his botany because he also points out the ash elm and walnut trees. But it doesn t come suddenly as the speaker talks his way through the poem we watch the light pass down through the trees while the sun is still high then pass sideways at sunset and finally we get the last bit of evening light as the rook flies out of vision.
ReplyDelete