Poems by Joyce Kilmer

No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love of mine
When he bends down to kiss my heart, my...

The Lady World
Is sleeping on her white and cloudy bed.
Like petals furled
Her eyelids close. ...

Slender your hands and soft and white
As petals of moon-kissed roses;
Yet the grasp of your fi...

King Midas took delight
In golden vessels bright,
And yellow bars of ore he found most fair;
...

Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's h...

Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is lying dead.
The soldiers of Valerian
Their evil...

Tired clerks, pale girls, street cleaners, business men,
Boys, priests and harlots, drunka...

June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness
And sprinkles sunfilled wine on everything;
The very le...

The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings today.
The road is rhythmic with th...

Severe against the pleasant arc of sky
The great stone box is cruelly displayed.
The street bec...

Because we never build a nest
And no one of us ever sings,
We are the butt of every jest
That...

Squire Adam had two wives, they say,
Two wives had he, for his delight,
He kissed and clypt...

The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart
And I like the smell of the tra...

MONSIGNORE,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, ...

No longer of Him be it said
"He hath no place to lay His head." In every land a constant ...