Joyce kilmer

by the poet : Joyce Kilmer Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black. I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I alw…

On the back cover of Jack, the Lady Killer (Poisoned Pen Press, 1999), the detective tale told in poetic form by the late H. R. F. Keating, Jack is described as "one of the rarest forms known to literature, the detective novel in verse." How strange indeed: a 1930s mystery in the form of a narrative poem Well, just guess what your Passing Tramp has come across: How Strange a Thing, a narrative murder mystery poem of 96 pages by one Dorothy Bennett, published in 1935 by Caxton Printers of…

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst 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.

On Friday, I posted a beautiful sympathy card for the current FabFriday sketch challenge - you can see that card here. As I discussed in the post, you can never plan for when you'll need a card to show your sympathy for someone's loss. It's such a tough time for

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On a chilly winter afternoon in 1913, at his home in New Jersey, poet Joyce Kilmer jotted down the first two lines of a new poem in his notebook, along…

I think that I shall never see

Poet, Sgt Joyce Kilmer US Army (Served 1917-1918) Short Bio: Well known for his poem, "Trees", (Alfred) Joyce Kilmer enlisted at age 30 in the US Army at the outbreak of the American involvement in WWI. On July 30, 1918, during the battle of Ourcq, France, he was killed near Muercy Farm, beside the Oureq River near the village of Seringes in France when a German sniper shot him. He was posthumously awarded the French Croix de Guerre for his valor.

Trees - Joyce Kilmer