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Alfred Joyce Kilmer (Joyce)
December 6, 1886 – July 30, 1918
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: A Blue Valentine | Monsignore, | | 56 | 229 | | 2: Alarm Clocks | When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm | | 14 | 210 | | 3: Apology | For blows on the fort of evil | | 40 | 236 | | 4: As Winds That Blow Against A Star | Now by what whim of wanton chance | | 12 | 211 | | 5: Citizen of the World | No longer of Him be it said | | 14 | 201 | | 6: Dave Lilly | There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, | | 32 | 186 | | 7: Delicatessen | Why is that wanton gossip Fame | | 92 | 205 | | 8: Easter | The air is like a butterfly | | 4 | 218 | | 9: Easter Week | Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, | | 36 | 218 | | 10: Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J. | Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, | | 14 | 179 | | 11: Folly | What distant mountains thrill and glow | | 24 | 177 | | 12: Gates and Doors | There was a gentle hostler | | 48 | 196 | | 13: Houses | When you shall die and to the sky | | 32 | 201 | | 14: In Memory | Serene and beautiful and very wise, | | 42 | 205 | | 15: In Memory of Rupert Brooke | In alien earth, across a troubled sea, | | 14 | 187 | | 16: Kings | The Kings of the earth are men of might, | | 8 | 204 | | 17: Lionel Johnson | There was a murkier tinge in London's air | | 14 | 185 | | 18: Love's Lantern | Because the road was steep and long | | 12 | 211 | | 19: Madness | The lonely farm, the crowded street, | | 20 | 205 | | 20: Main Street | I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, | | 24 | 207 | | 21: Martin | When I am tired of earnest men, | | 40 | 186 | | 22: Memorial Day | The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, | | 20 | 187 | | 23: Mid-ocean in War-time | The fragile splendour of the level sea, | | 14 | 189 | | 24: Mount Houvenkopf | Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, | | 14 | 192 | | 25: Multiplication | I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well; | | 16 | 192 | | 26: Old Poets | If I should live in a forest | | 36 | 199 | | 27: Pennies | A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand | | 26 | 203 | | 28: Poets | Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells | | 8 | 203 | | 29: Queen Elizabeth Speaks | My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold, | | 4 | 189 | | 30: Roofs | The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is sweet, | | 20 | 203 | | 31: Roses | I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, | | 16 | 222 | | 32: Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy | Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!" | | 24 | 183 | | 33: St. Alexis - Patron of Beggars | We who beg for bread as we daily tread | | 40 | 184 | | 34: St. Laurence | Within the broken Vatican | | 20 | 199 | | 35: Stars | Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, | | 16 | 217 | | 36: Thanksgiving | The roar of the world is in my ears. | | 8 | 223 | | 37: The Annunciation | Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith. | | 14 | 207 | | 38: The Apartment House | Severe against the pleasant arc of sky | | 14 | 183 | | 39: The Big Top | The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart | | 32 | 199 | | 40: The Cathedral of Rheims | He who walks through the meadows of Champagne | | 91 | 193 | | 41: The Fourth Shepherd | On nights like this the huddled sheep | | 64 | 201 | | 42: The House with Nobody in It | Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track | | 28 | 200 | | 43: The New School | The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet | | 24 | 187 | | 44: The Proud Poet | One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, | | 40 | 200 | | 45: The Robe of Christ | At the foot of the Cross on Calvary | | 60 | 218 | | 46: The Rosary | Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings | | 14 | 207 | | 47: The Singing Girl | There was a little maiden | | 16 | 212 | | 48: The Snowman in the Yard | The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone, | | 24 | 183 | | 49: The Thorn | The garden of God is a radiant place, | | 12 | 199 | | 50: The Twelve-Forty-Five | Within the Jersey City shed | | 88 | 193 | | 51: The Visitation | There is a wall of flesh before the eyes | | 14 | 196 | | 52: The White Ships and the Red | With drooping sail and pennant | | 88 | 191 | | 53: To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring | An iron hand has stilled the throats | | 28 | 216 | | 54: To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself | When you had played with life a space | | 32 | 200 | | 55: To Certain Poets | Now is the rhymer's honest trade | | 26 | 170 | | 56: To My Mother | Gentlest of critics, does your memory hold | | 14 | 215 | | 57: Trees | I think that I shall never see | | 12 | 353 | | 58: Vision | Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces | | 8 | 192 | | 59: Waverley | When, on a novel's newly printed page | | 14 | 205 | | 60: Wealth | From what old ballad, or from what rich frame | | 12 | 204 |
About:
Alfred Joyce Kilmer was an American journalist, poet, literary critic, lecturer, and editor. Though a prolific poet whose works celebrated the common beauty of the natural world as well as his religious faith, Kilmer is remembered most for a poem entitled, Trees (1913), which was published in the collection Trees and Other Poems in 1914.
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