I think that I shall never seeA 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 (1886-1918)
5 comments:
A nest of robins in her hair!! I like it.
I posted you something! Keep an eye on your letterbox! :)
mis poemas estan mejores q este. el otro dia le escrbi a la madera
La corté, un beso, le hice el amor
La limé, una caricia, le canté una canción
La pegué, un abrazo, le regalé una voz
Dónde esta tu verde? No veo tus hojas... See More
Y la raíz engreñida? Y la savia que llora?... See More
etc. etc. etc.
you posted me something?! :)
gracias negra!
Leslie, deja de escribir porno
Leslie... te dije q no te va eso de diseniar consoladores.
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