There is a man / haunts the forest that abuses our young plants with carving ‘Rosalind’ on their barks, hangs odes upon ...
“I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree,” wrote Joyce Kilmer in 1913 from a bedroom window looking out upon a winding network of fall colors in rural New Jersey. “Trees” is a poem ...
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