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    Trees, and Other Poems
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    Trees, and Other Poems

    By Joyce Kilmer

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    "Trees, and Other Poems" by Joyce Kilmer. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateNov 21, 2019
    ISBN4057664654281

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      Trees, and Other Poems - Joyce Kilmer

      Joyce Kilmer

      Trees, and Other Poems

      Published by Good Press, 2019

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4057664654281

      Table of Contents

      The Twelve-Forty-Five

      Pennies

      Trees

      Stars

      Old Poets

      Delicatessen

      Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy

      Wealth

      Martin

      The Apartment House

      As Winds That Blow Against A Star

      St. Laurence

      To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself

      Memorial Day

      The Rosary

      Vision

      To Certain Poets

      Love's Lantern

      St. Alexis

      Folly

      Madness

      Poets

      Citizen of the World

      To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring

      The Fourth Shepherd

      Easter

      Mount Houvenkopf

      The House with Nobody in It

      Dave Lilly

      Alarm Clocks

      Waverley

      The Twelve-Forty-Five

      Table of Contents

      (For Edward J. Wheeler)

      Within the Jersey City shed

      The engine coughs and shakes its head,

      The smoke, a plume of red and white,

      Waves madly in the face of night.

      And now the grave incurious stars

      Gleam on the groaning hurrying cars.

      Against the kind and awful reign

      Of darkness, this our angry train,

      A noisy little rebel, pouts

      Its brief defiance, flames and shouts—

      And passes on, and leaves no trace.

      For darkness holds its ancient place,

      Serene and absolute, the king

      Unchanged, of every living thing.

      The houses lie obscure and still

      In Rutherford and Carlton Hill.

      Our lamps intensify the dark

      Of slumbering Passaic Park.

      And quiet holds the weary feet

      That daily tramp through Prospect Street.

      What though we clang and clank and roar

      Through all Passaic's streets? No door

      Will open, not an eye will see

      Who this loud vagabond may be.

      Upon my crimson cushioned seat,

      In manufactured light and heat,

      I feel unnatural and mean.

      Outside the towns are cool and clean;

      Curtained awhile from sound and sight

      They take

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