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.
– Joyce Kilmer, 1913
Saturday, June 9, 2007
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3 comments:
hello karen,
I justo loved what you wrote "I love trees. That's really what it's all about."...I could use that same definition for "A sombra verde".
I noticed you have a link for my blog...thank you so much! I put a link to yours not only for simpathy but because your blog is a beautiful place for tree lovers.
All the best
Thanks!
I don't know a word of Portuguese but I like looking at the trees on your blog, just the same. Sometimes I use Google Translate to try and figure it out. I like finding other tree lovers out there! Maybe I'll get to see some Portuguese trees some day.
Come back and visit soon!
I just found your blog. Your photography is just lovely. I especially love the Kilmer poem. I will be back visiting again.
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