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| 3891. | To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself by Joyce Kilmer | | When you had played with life a space
And made it drink and lust and sing,
You flung it back into God's face
And thought you did a noble thing.
"L... |
| 3892. | The Big Top by Joyce Kilmer | | The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering
to my heart
And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay.
I take off my h... |
| 3893. | Queen Elizabeth Speaks by Joyce Kilmer | | My hands were stained with blood, my heart was
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of fl... |
| 3894. | The White Ships and the Red by Joyce Kilmer | | (For Alden March)
With drooping sail and pennant
That never a wind may reach,
They float in sunless waters
Beside a sunless beach.
Their mighty... |
| 3895. | Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J. by Joyce Kilmer | | Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously,
And match and blend thy words with curious art?
For Song, one saith, is but a human heart
Speaking alo... |
| 3896. | In Memory of Rupert Brooke by Joyce Kilmer | | In alien earth, across a troubled sea,
His body lies that was so fair and young.
His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung;
His arm is still... |
| 3897. | St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars by Joyce Kilmer | | We who beg for bread as we daily tread
Country lane and city street,
Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway
To the saint with the vagrant feet.... |
| 3898. | The Apartment House by Joyce Kilmer | | 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... |
| 3900. | Poets by Joyce Kilmer | | Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immo... |
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