Joyce Kilmer Socks

Description: A delicate black and white illustration of a poem: Trees by Joyce Kilmer.

Description: Joyce Kilmer quote:I have no vision of gods, not of Eros with love-arrows laden, Jupiter thundering death or of Juno his white-breasted queen, Yet have I seen All of the joy of the world in the innocent heart of a maiden.

Description: TREES by 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.

Description: Joyce Kilmer quote:When darkness hovers over earth And day gives place to night, Then lovers see the Milky Way Gleam mystically bright, And calling it the Way of Love They hail it with delight.

Description: In Fairyland by Joyce Kilmer The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light. My love I know is fairer far Than his, (though she is fair,) And we should dwell where fairies are — For I could praise her there.

Description: Joyce Kilmer quote: Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder; Love is a poignant and accustomed pain. It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder; It is a linnet's fluting after rain.

Description: Joyce Kilmer quote: Your eyes, that looked on glory, could discover The angry scar to which the world was blind: And it was grief that made Mankind your lover, And it was grief that made you love Mankind.

Description: Joyce Kilmer quote: And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

Description: Joyce Kilmer quote: For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races To a goal no foot can reach, For reckless leaps into darkness With hands outstretched to a star, There is jubilation in Heaven Where the great dead poets are.