
"Song of the Open Road" — this poem is a parody of "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer
Many Long Years Ago (1945)
As quoted in Stevie Wonder (1978) by Constanze Elsner, and Jet Vol. 53, No. 22 (16 February 1978), p. 60
1970s
Context: Sometimes I think I would love to see … just to see the beauty of flowers and trees and birds and the earth and grass. … Being as I've never seen, I don't know what it's like to see. So in a sense I'm complete. Maybe I'd be incomplete if I did see. Maybe I'd see some things that I didn't want to see... the beauty of the earth compared to the destruction of man. You see, it's one thing when you are blind from birth, and you don't know what it's like to see, anyway, so it is just like seeing. The sensation of seeing is not one that I have and not one that I worry about.
"Song of the Open Road" — this poem is a parody of "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer
Many Long Years Ago (1945)
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as 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.
Trees and Other Poems (1914)
Source: Trees & Other Poems
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.
Thompson on the superiority of <tt>ed</tt> to editors such as today's <tt>vi</tt> or <tt>emacs</tt>, as summarized by Peter Salus in A Quarter Century of UNIX (Addison-Wesley, 1994). http://web.archive.org/web/20080103071208/http://www.dcs.qmul.ac.uk/~george/history/
“I love America. I'm not moving. It's cool. I just don't like seeing dead people.”
From Her Books, I Have Chosen To Stay And Fight, NATIONALISM
Source: Not So Deep As A Well: Collected Poems
“When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.”
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You
On his daughter, Nastassja, as quoted in Denise Worrell (1989), Icons: Intimate Portraits.