Kilmer’s โTreesโ marvels at nature’s beauty, declaring trees as divine art surpassing human creation, in simple yet profound couplets.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
‘Summer of Love’ by Joyce Kilmer juxtaposes nature’s beauty with enduring love, celebrating the lasting joy of affection.
June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness
And sprinkles sunfilled wine on everything;
The very leaves grow drunk with bliss and sing
And every breeze becomes a soft caress.
Written in the aftermath of a particularly bloody bombardment in World War One, ‘Rouge Bouquet’ is a lament to those who have died in the attack as well as a farewell to them. The poet’s proximity to the attack and those killed means that the poem is filled with raw emotion.
In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
There is a new-made grave today,
Built by never a spade nor pick,
Yet covered with earth ten meters thick.