Today's Poetry-Music Match-Up comes to us from Laura Purdie Salas. She's sharing a classic poem that I think of each time I pass a certain Service Area on the New Jersey Turnpike...
Trees | Joyce Kilmer
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.
For those who don't know, Joyce was a man, and this poem was published in 1914, four years before he enlisted in WWI and was killed at the Battle of Ourcq. I recall reading it in 2nd or 3rd grade and enjoying the "leafy arms" and "intimately living with with rain" but being completely distracted by the flowing breast and the snowy bosom. But let not my childish frissons distract you from this poem's expression of the nobility of trees.
Laura says, "I adore [this] song and the whole love/tree analogy," and I do too.
"The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'
When the birds have flown and the nest is bare"
"Your coat of green, it will protect her
Her wings will grow, your love will too"
Lovely! Thank you, Laura--that's a song I've never heard before, but it will certainly stay with me. I still have one day of Poetry-Music Match-Ups unclaimed, if anyone would like to send me their ideas.. just email using the link on the right, and I'll be delighted to close out April 2016 on your notes!
The Round-Up today is with Buffy at Buffy's Blog, and don't miss Line 28 of this year's Progressive Poem--scroll down to yesterday's post!