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TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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.
Oh HAI!
ReplyDeleteI'm first. First. First.
is there a tree in this picture? I can't see it.
ReplyDeleteIs Mrs. Kilmer the national poeta laureatus of Canada?
ReplyDeleteDId she a poem about bushes too?
Fruits of the forest ?
ReplyDeleteI couldn't see the wood from the breasts.
ReplyDeleteDidn't need to click. They were enlarged enough.
you get upset about crocs and show someone wearing that skirt
ReplyDeleteShe seems to know how to handle the wood...
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Man those are some big ole funbags. I have a feeling Colonel ChestHams will be along shortly.
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She has a balcony that you could do Shakespeare from!
ReplyDeleteOh Hai Ms Boxer!
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ReplyDeleteI didn't know that pumpkins grew on trees.
ReplyDeleteIf the big boobies woman falls down in the woods and no one was around to hear it, would she still make a sound?
Well. At least that tree behaved and refrained from diving in between those things.
ReplyDeletePS: She also inspired Dylan Thomas' Under Milk Wood.
ReplyDeleteBOXER: Oh HAI!
ReplyDeleteI'm first. First. First.
is there a tree in this picture? I can't see it.
Truly a case of not seeing the forest for the trees.
MAGO: Is Mrs. Kilmer the national poeta laureatus of Canada?
DId she a poem about bushes too?
HE (don’t be fooled by the name) is American and even has a rest stop (Raststätte) named after him. We should all be so honoured.
It’s the Aussies who are famous for their Bush Poetry.
BEAST: Fruits of the forest ?
The world does not revolve around you and your fruit-stuffing ways, you know.
ROSES: I couldn't see the wood from the breasts.
Didn't need to click. They were enlarged enough.
We here at Infomaniac cannot force your hand to click but you miss out on the 3-D (or is that 73D?) experience if you don’t.
LULU: you get upset about crocs and show someone wearing that skirt
At least it distracts from the horrid ballet flats.
SCARLET: She seems to know how to handle the wood...
And does her best work in the morning.
WILL: Man those are some big ole funbags. I have a feeling Colonel ChestHams will be along shortly.
But will it merit the Colonel ChestHams Seal of Approval?
XL: She has a balcony that you could do Shakespeare from!
Do you suppose she was his muse for the following?...
"...the breasts of Hecuba,
When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood
EROS: I didn't know that pumpkins grew on trees.
If the big boobies woman falls down in the woods and no one was around to hear it, would she still make a sound?
This is the Infomaniac Poetry corner not the Infomaniac Philosophy Corner.
JENNY MAC: Well. At least that tree behaved and refrained from diving in between those things.
First of all, welcome back.
If the tree misbehaves, we’ll send it to the Plaid Room.
(see Sunday’s post)
XL: PS: She also inspired Dylan Thomas' Under Milk Wood.
Indeed. And the character Ocky Milkman, no doubt.
Miss Patchouli 1964, where have you been all this time? In some fashion coma for the last 40 years. As the trees spread their seed Miss Patchouli pants for mower.
ReplyDeleteMITZI: Miss Patchouli 1964, where have you been all this time? In some fashion coma for the last 40 years. As the trees spread their seed Miss Patchouli pants for mower.
ReplyDelete"Pants for mower"...ha!
We shudder in fear that she may come out of her coma and discover Crocs!
I'VE GOT WOOD !
ReplyDeleteME TOO !
ReplyDeleteCOLONEL CHESTHAMS & HEFF: Did either of you bother to read the poem?!
ReplyDeletemore like not seeing the mountains through the trees.
ReplyDeleteOh hai! XL.
I was expecting something about nesting Tits.
ReplyDeletenice poem tho'
BOXER: more like not seeing the mountains through the trees.
ReplyDeleteOh hai! XL.
That would be Seattle you’re referring to.
*obscure rain reference for the others*
FROBI: I was expecting something about nesting Tits.
The BBC has something to say about Great Tits.
It would take a braver man than me to abseil down those breasticles.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was some kind of tit-like fungus. I can imagine the sap rising and smothering it.
ReplyDeleteI bet that tree wasnt leaning like that before she rested her massive mammaries on it.
ReplyDeleteGARFY: It would take a braver man than me to abseil down those breasticles.
ReplyDeleteYou just need a good set of crampons.
GEOFF: I thought it was some kind of tit-like fungus. I can imagine the sap rising and smothering it.
Visit the Canadian “sugar bush” in maple syrup season to appreciate it.
IVD: I bet that tree wasnt leaning like that before she rested her massive mammaries on it.
You don’t know how pleased we are to have made you said “massive mammaries”.
I'm a very green minded person...
ReplyDeleteI was expecting to find a wild brown beaver lurking in the margins of this sweet woodland picture poem.
ReplyDeleteIf the big boobies woman falls down in the woods and no one was around to hear it, would it still be my fault?
ReplyDeleteMANUEL: I'm a very green minded person...
ReplyDeleteBeing from the Emerald Isle and all, one would expect no less of you.
Now pass the Buckie.
AYEM8Y: I was expecting to find a wild brown beaver lurking in the margins of this sweet woodland picture poem.
You may have to visit Mitzi’s Muff Monday for THAT kind of wildlife.
GINRO: If the big boobies woman falls down in the woods and no one was around to hear it, would it still be my fault?
Yes.
It’s ALWAYS your fault.
I clicked but they didn't enlarge much more.
ReplyDeleteJASON: And yet her feet grew a size.
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