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

Joyce Kilmer Trees and Other Poems

"To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring"
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.

“The title of poet's a noble thing, worth living and dying for,
Though all the devils on earth and in Hell spit at me their disdain.
It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun
And pull out a spark of immortal flame to warm the hearts of men:
But Prometheus, torn by the claws and beaks whose task is never done,
Would be tortured another eternity to go stealing fire again.”

Joyce Kilmer

Main Street and Other Poems (1917), The Proud Poet

Men , Hell , Sun , Heart

“For blows on the fort of evil
That never shows a breach,
For terrible life-long races
To a goal no foot can reach,
For reckless leaps into darkness
With hands outstretched to a star,
There is jubilation in Heaven
Where the great dead poets are.”

Joyce Kilmer

Main Street and Other Poems (1917), Apology

Life , Star , Evil , Dead

“O Mother of Good Counsel, lend
Intelligence to me!
Encompass me with wisdom,
Thou Tower of Ivory!
"This is the Man of Lies," she says,
"Disguised with fearful art:
He has the wounded hands and feet,
But not the wounded heart."”

Joyce Kilmer

Main Street and Other Poems (1917), The Robe of Christ

Wisdom , Fear , Art , Intelligence

“David is the song upon God's lips,
And Our Lady is the goblet that He sips:
And Gabriel's the breath of His command,
But Saint Michael is the sword in God's right hand. The Ivory Tower is fair to see,
And may her walls encompass me!
But when the Devil comes with the thunder of his might,
Saint Michael, show me how to fight!”

Joyce Kilmer

Main Street and Other Poems (1917), The Thorn

God , Fight

“He comes, and his face is sad and mild,
With thorns his head is crowned;
There are great bleeding wounds in his feet,
And in each hand a wound.
How can I tell, who am a fool,
If this be Christ or no?
Those bleeding hands outstretched to me!
Those eyes that love me so!”

Joyce Kilmer

Main Street and Other Poems (1917), The Robe of Christ

Love , Sadness , Fools , Christ