Joyce Kilmer, Poets

Joyce Kilmer's poem, Poets
Joyce Kilmer’s poem, Poets

I really like this poem by Joyce Kilmer, titled “Poets.”

Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.

Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath
Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod.
They shall not live who have not tasted death.
They only sing who are struck dumb by God.

It speaks to me, and for me.