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Joyce Kilmer


  • A Blue Valentine
  • Alarm Clocks
       When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
  • Apology
       For blows on the fort of evil
  • As Winds That Blow Against A Star
       Now by what whim of wanton chance
  • Citizen of the World
       No longer of Him be it said
  • Dave Lilly
       There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout,
  • Delicatessen
       Why is that wanton gossip Fame
  • Easter
       The air is like a butterfly
  • Easter Week
       "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
  • Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.
       Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously,
  • Folly
       What distant mountains thrill and glow
  • Gates and Doors
       There was a gentle hostler
  • Houses
       When you shall die and to the sky
  • In Memory
       Serene and beautiful and very wise,
  • In Memory of Rupert Brooke
       In alien earth, across a troubled sea,
  • Kings
       The Kings of the earth are men of might,
  • Lionel Johnson
       There was a murkier tinge in London's air
  • Love's Lantern
       Because the road was steep and long
  • Madness
       The lonely farm, the crowded street,
  • Main Street
       I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
  • Martin
       When I am tired of earnest men,
  • Memorial Day
       The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
  • Mid-ocean in War-time
       The fragile splendour of the level sea,
  • Mount Houvenkopf
       Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned,
  • Multiplication
       I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;
  • Old Poets
       If I should live in a forest
  • Pennies
       A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand
  • Poets
       Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
  • Prayer of a Soldier in France
       My shoulders ache beneath my pack
  • Queen Elizabeth Speaks
       My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold,
  • Roofs
       The road is wide and the stars are out
  • Roses
       I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,
  • Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy
       Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
  • St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
       We who beg for bread as we daily tread
  • St. Laurence
       Within the broken Vatican
  • Stars
       Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
  • Thanksgiving
       The roar of the world is in my ears.
  • The Annunciation
       "Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith.
  • The Apartment House
       Severe against the pleasant arc of sky
  • The Big Top
       The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart
  • The Cathedral of Rheims
       He who walks through the meadows of Champagne
  • The Fourth Shepherd
       On nights like this the huddled sheep
  • The House with Nobody in It
       Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
  • The New School
       The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet
  • The Proud Poet
       One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed,
  • The Robe of Christ
       At the foot of the Cross on Calvary
  • The Rosary
       Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings
  • The Singing Girl
       There was a little maiden
  • The Snowman in the Yard
       The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of
  • The Thorn
       The garden of God is a radiant place,
  • The Twelve-Forty-Five
       Within the Jersey City shed
  • The Visitation
       There is a wall of flesh before the eyes
  • The White Ships and the Red
       With drooping sail and pennant
  • To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring
       An iron hand has stilled the throats
  • To a Young Poet who Killed Himself
       When you had played with life a space
  • To Certain Poets
       Now is the rhymer's honest trade
  • Trees
       I think that I shall never see
  • Vision
       Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces
  • Waverley
       When, on a novel's newly printed page
  • Wealth
       From what old ballad, or from what rich frame