I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is preset
Against the sweet earth’s 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 ives with the rain.
Poems are made by tools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
~ Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Sgt. Joyce Kilmer, as a member of the Fighting 69th Infantry Regiment, c.1918
Born - December 6, 1886
New Brunswick, New Jersey USA
Died - July 30, 1918
near Seringes-et-Nestles, France
Occupation - poet, journalist, editor, lecturer, soldier
Nationality - American
Period - 1909-1918
Genres - poetry, literary criticism, Catholicism
Notable Works - Main Street and Other Poems (1913)
Trees and other poems
Notable Awards - French Croix de guerre
Purple Heart Medal
Weekend in Black and White.