Category Archives: Joyce Kilmer

Poem – The Ballade of Butterflies

Because we never build a nest And no one of us ever sings, We are the butt of every jest That strutting loud-mouthed robin flings. Unless the field with laughter rings And we are meek in our replies His claws … Continue reading

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Poem – The Apartment House

Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from its shade, And vagrant breezes touch its walls and die. Here sullen convicts in their chains might lie, Or slaves … Continue reading

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Poem – Thanksgiving 

The roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world! Thank God for the mighty tide of fears Against me always hurled! Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife, And the sting … Continue reading

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Poem – Stars

(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)  Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands of Lady Mary’s hair? As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, Do you fall across her cheeks … Continue reading

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Poem – St. Laurence 

Within the broken Vatican The murdered Pope is lying dead. The soldiers of Valerian Their evil hands are wet and red.  Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence waits, His cassock is his only mail. The troops of Hell have burst the gates, … Continue reading

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Poem – Rouge Bouquet

In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet  There is a new-made grave to-day,  Built by never a spade nor pick  Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.  There lie many fighting men,     Dead in their youthful prime,  Never … Continue reading

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Poem – Roses

I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink rose … Continue reading

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