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Джойс Килмер

Дата рождения: 6. Декабрь 1886
Дата смерти: 30. Июль 1918

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Джойс Килмер — американский писатель и поэт.

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Цитаты Джойс Килмер

„Here is a shop of wonderment.
From every land has come a prize“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Delicatessen, Context: Here is a shop of wonderment. From every land has come a prize; Rich spices from the Orient, And fruit that knew Italian skies, And figs that ripened by the sea In Smyrna, nuts from hot Brazil, Strange pungent meats from Germany, And currants from a Grecian hill.

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„I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: 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. "Trees" - This poem was first published in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse Vol. 2 (August 1913). The first two lines were first written down on the 2nd of February 1913.

„They shall not live who have not tasted death.
They only sing who are struck dumb by God.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: p>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 immortal Bread and Wine. Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod. They shall not live who have not tasted death. They only sing who are struck dumb by God.</p "Poets"

„In shining rank on rank arrayed
They march, the legions of the Lord;
He is their Captain unafraid,
The Prince of Peace . . . Who brought a sword.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet ⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The roses blossom white and red ⁠On tombs where weary soldiers lie; Flags wave above the honored dead ⁠And martial music cleaves the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, ⁠They kept the faith and fought the fight. Through flying lead and crimson steel ⁠They plunged for Freedom and the Right. May we, their grateful children, learn ⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn ⁠At last the accolade of God.In shining rank on rank arrayed They march, the legions of the Lord; He is their Captain unafraid, The Prince of Peace... Who brought a sword.</p "Memorial Day"; this poem was later published in The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920)

„The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet ⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The roses blossom white and red ⁠On tombs where weary soldiers lie; Flags wave above the honored dead ⁠And martial music cleaves the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, ⁠They kept the faith and fought the fight. Through flying lead and crimson steel ⁠They plunged for Freedom and the Right. May we, their grateful children, learn ⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn ⁠At last the accolade of God.In shining rank on rank arrayed They march, the legions of the Lord; He is their Captain unafraid, The Prince of Peace... Who brought a sword.</p "Memorial Day"; this poem was later published in The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920)

„May we, their grateful children, learn
⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod,
Who went through fire and death to earn
⁠At last the accolade of God.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet ⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The roses blossom white and red ⁠On tombs where weary soldiers lie; Flags wave above the honored dead ⁠And martial music cleaves the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, ⁠They kept the faith and fought the fight. Through flying lead and crimson steel ⁠They plunged for Freedom and the Right. May we, their grateful children, learn ⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn ⁠At last the accolade of God.In shining rank on rank arrayed They march, the legions of the Lord; He is their Captain unafraid, The Prince of Peace... Who brought a sword.</p "Memorial Day"; this poem was later published in The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920)

„Yes, God forgives and men forget,
And you're forgiven and forgotten.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: Yes, God forgives and men forget, And you're forgiven and forgotten. You might be gaily sinning yet And quick and fresh instead of rotten. And when you think of love and fame And all that might have come to pass, Then don't you feel a little shame? And don't you think you were an ass? "To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself"

„An iron hand has stilled the throats
That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood of silver notes That drenched the world in melody. "To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring"

„He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!"
Take by his grace a new and alien charm.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering birds laugh in his way And poise triumphant on his shining arm. He bears a sword of flame but not to harm The wakened life that feels his quickening sway And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!" Take by his grace a new and alien charm. But in the city, like a wounded thing That limps to cover from the angry chase, He steals down streets where sickly arc-lights sing, And wanly mock his young and shameful face; And tiny gongs with cruel fervor ring In many a high and dreary sleeping place. "Alarm Clocks"

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„And now deep in his weary heart
Are sacred flames that whitely burn.
He has of Heaven's grace a part
Who loves, who is beloved in turn.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Delicatessen, Context: For, once he thrilled with high romance And tuned to love his eager voice. Like any cavalier of France He wooed the maiden of his choice. And now deep in his weary heart Are sacred flames that whitely burn. He has of Heaven's grace a part Who loves, who is beloved in turn.

„Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.“

—  Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems
Trees and Other Poems (1914), Context: 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. "Trees" - This poem was first published in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse Vol. 2 (August 1913). The first two lines were first written down on the 2nd of February 1913.

„What if your yard be narrow?
What if your house be small?
There is a Guest is coming
Will glorify it all.“

—  Joyce Kilmer
Main Street and Other Poems (1917), Context: Unlock the door this evening And let your gate swing wide, Let all who ask for shelter Come speedily inside. What if your yard be narrow? What if your house be small? There is a Guest is coming Will glorify it all. "Gates and Doors"

„Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes“

—  Joyce Kilmer
Main Street and Other Poems (1917), A Blue Valentine, Context: Loving her, Monsignore, I love all her attributes; But I believe That even if I did not love her I would love the blueness of her eyes, And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.

„All joys and passions that Mankind may know
By you were nobly felt and nobly sung.“

—  Joyce Kilmer
Main Street and Other Poems (1917), In Memory, Context: Because Mankind is glad and brave and young, Full of gay flames that white and scarlet glow, All joys and passions that Mankind may know By you were nobly felt and nobly sung. Because Mankind's heart every day is wrung By Fate's wild hands that twist and tear it so, Therefore you echoed Man's undying woe, A harp Aeolian on Life's branches hung.

„Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.“

—  Joyce Kilmer
Main Street and Other Poems (1917), A Blue Valentine, Context: Her soul's light shines through, But her soul cannot be seen. It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise And noble.

„Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Etiam egestas wisi a erat. Morbi imperdiet, mauris ac auctor dictum.“

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