Happy Birthday, Joyce
Today in 1886, in New Brunswick, New Jersey, the poet Joyce Kilmer was born. Obviously, his best known poem is Trees. Here's another:
Mount Houvenkopf
Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned,
And draws a cloak of trees about his breast.
The thunder roars but cannot break his rest
And from his rugged face the tempests bound.
He does not heed the angry lightning's wound,
The raging blizzard is his harmless guest,
And human life is but a passing jest
To him who sees Time spin the years around.
But fragile souls, in skyey reaches find
High vantage-points and view him from afar.
How low he seems to the ascended mind,
How brief he seems where all things endless are;
This little playmate of the mighty wind
This young companion of an ancient star.
(more Kilmer poems here)
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
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At 9:20 AM, December 06, 2009
Barry Leiba had this to say...
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<-- Older Post ^ Home Newer Post -->And he's one of the select New Jerseyans whose name is on a New Jersey Turnpike rest stop. That puts him right up there with Grover Cleveland, (Thomas) Woodrow Wilson, Walt Whitman, and (dare I say) Vince Lombardi!
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