1. Archibald's Example - written by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Read 1569 times on American Poems.

Old Archibald, in his eternal chair,
Where trespassers, whatever their degree, 
Were soon frowned out again, was looking off 
Across the clover when he said to me: 

“My green hill yonder, where the sun goes down
Without a scratch, was once... (Read full poem)

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country... (Read full poem)

3. Slant - written by Stephen Dunn
Read 917 times on American Poems.

Yesterday, for a long while,
the early morning sunlight
in the trees was sufficient,
replaced by a hello
from a long-limbed woman
pedaling her bike,
whereupon the wind came up,
dispersing the mosquitoes.
Blessings, all.
I'd come so far, it... (Read full poem)

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening... (Read full poem)

5. The Last Mowing - written by Robert Frost
From West-Running Brook. Published in 1928. Read 4247 times on American Poems.

There's a place called Far-away Meadow
We never shall mow in again,
Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:
The meadow is finished with men.
Then now is the chance for the flowers
That can't stand mowers and plowers.
It must be now, through, in... (Read full poem)

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.(Read full poem)

7. Talk not to me of Summer Trees - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1524 times on American Poems.

Talk not to me of Summer Trees
The foliage of the mind
A Tabernacle is for Birds
Of no corporeal kind
And winds do go that way at noon
To their Ethereal Homes
Whose Bugles call the least of us
To undepicted Realms(Read full poem)

At your light side trees shy
A kneeling enters them(Read full poem)

9. Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2324 times on American Poems.

Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre --
Without Design
Or Order, or Apparent Action --
Maintain --

The Sun -- upon a Morning meets them --
The Wind --
No nearer Neighbor -- have they --
But God --

The Acre gives them -- Place --
They -- Him --... (Read full poem)

Just yesterday afternoon I heard a man
Say he lived in a house with no windows
The door of which was locked on the outside.
This was at a party in New York, New York.
A deep Oriental type, I said to myself,
One of them indescribable Tebootans... (Read full poem)

11. Trees - written by Joyce Kilmer
From Trees and Other Poems. Published in 1914. Read 34879 times on American Poems.

(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

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... (Read full poem)

(A Christmas Circular Letter)


THE CITY had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of snow not come to lie
And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove
A stranger to our yard, who looked the... (Read full poem)

13. Winter Trees - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems. Published in 1962. Read 6395 times on American Poems.

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so... (Read full poem)

There is a fork in a branch
of an ancient, enormous maple,
one of a grove of such trees,
where I climb sometimes and sit and look out
over miles of valleys and low hills.
Today on skis I took a friend
to show her the trees. We set out
down the road,... (Read full poem)

15. The Torrent - written by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Read 435 times on American Poems.

I found a torrent falling in a glen 
Where the sun’s light shone silvered and leaf-split; 
The boom, the foam, and the mad flash of it 
All made a magic symphony; but when 
I thought upon the coming of hard men
To cut those patriarchal trees... (Read full poem)

A Murmur in the Trees -- to note --
Not loud enough -- for Wind --
A Star -- not far enough to seek --
Nor near enough -- to find --

A long -- long Yellow -- on the Lawn --
A Hubbub -- as of feet --
Not audible -- as Ours -- to Us --
But dapperer... (Read full poem)

17. Praise In Summer - written by Richard Wilbur
From The Beautiful Changes. Published in 1947. Read 1868 times on American Poems.

Obscurely yet most surely called to praise,
As sometimes summer calls us all, I said
The hills are heavens full of branching ways
Where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead;
I said the trees are mines in air, I said
See how the sparrow burrows in... (Read full poem)

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner... (Read full poem)

19. At Night - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Read 4205 times on American Poems.

The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals.  No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
Gone is her gentler music; with delight
She listens to this booming like... (Read full poem)

Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned,
And draws a cloak of trees about his breast.
The thunder roars but cannot break his rest
And from his rugged face the tempests bound.
He does not heed the angry lightning's wound,
The raging... (Read full poem)

21. I Am Vertical - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems. Published in 1961. Read 7972 times on American Poems.

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly... (Read full poem)

Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn
The language of the trees. That's done indoors,
Out of a book, which now you think of it
Is one of the transformations of a tree.

The words themselves are a delight to learn,
You might be in... (Read full poem)

23. Wanting The Moon - written by Denise Levertov
Read 1298 times on American Poems.

Not the moon. A flower
on the other side of the water.

The water sweeps past in flood,
dragging a whole tree by the hair,

a barn, a bridge. The flower
sings on the far bank.

Not a flower, a bird calling
hidden among the darkest trees, music

over... (Read full poem)

There is a great river this side of Stygia
Before one comes to the first black cataracts
And trees that lack the intelligence of trees.

In that river, far this side of Stygia,
The mere flowing of the water is a gayety,
Flashing and flashing in the... (Read full poem)

25. On the Garden Wall - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 1858 times on American Poems.

OH, once I walked a garden 
In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. 
And many orange-trees grew there 
In sand as white as glass. 
The curving, wide wall-border 
Was marble, like the snow. 
I walked that wall a fairy-prince 
And, pacing quaint and slow,... (Read full poem)