
The poem describes the beauty of nature and the fleeting nature of life. It compares a tree to a person's life, with its roots representing the past, its trunk the present, and its branches the future. The speaker reflects on how quickly time passes and how easily things can be lost or destroyed.
By Joyce Kilmer · First published 1914 · Genre: Poetry, Religious, Nature · 236 words
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair? As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too?
Gay stars, little stars, you are little eyes, Eyes of baby angels playing in the skies. Now and then a wingéd child turns his merry face Down toward the spinning world -- what a funny place!
Jesus Christ came from the Cross (Christ receive my soul! ) In each perfect hand and foot there was a bloody hole. Four great iron spikes there were, red and never dry, Michael plucked them from the Cross and set them in the sky.
Stars is listed on Textopian as a poem by Joyce Kilmer, dated 1914 CE.
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Poetry · Nature · Cosmology · Imagery · Symbolism · Metaphor · Personification · Enchantment · Romanticism · Optimism · Hope · Spirituality