“I think that verse shall never serve
To summarize botanic verve
With which the trees persist, delight—
But: given day, four lines I’ll write.”
The 26 April 2024 Twitter poem was an homage to Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees,” which famously begins: “I think that I shall never see/ A poem lovely as a tree…”
“I think that verse shall never serve
To summarize botanic verve…”
I originally wrote this quick verse simply as an Arbor Day celebration, knowing the original lines themselves and imagining some additional rhymes possible with their memorable meter.
Botany is a field I wish I knew more about, but I’ve greatly enjoyed and appreciated the eloquent writing for general audiences in Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Braiding Sweetgrass, Beronda Montgomery’s Lessons from Plants, Hope Jahren’s Lab Girl, and other books. Moreover, in an intriguing inversion of the way chemistry vocabulary can keep many challenging chemistry concepts doubly hidden, it is inspiring how the “botanic verve” of newfound spring weather keeps the trees themselves front and center, defying the layer of technical jargon.
“With which the trees persist, delight—
But: given day, four lines I’ll write.”
Along those lines, one of my early memories of science classwork is of collecting and classifying specimens for a seventh-grade leaf collection, many years ago.
Looking through it now, my first thought is of the significant preserving power of contact paper! My second impression is the rueful memory of the points missing for my failing to italicize the Latin names of the trees from which these leaves came. But finally, more lastingly, I also can appreciate that in the decades since this project, I have been far more likely to remember the shape and color of Quercus rubra (northern red oak) or Acer saccharinum (silver maple) than the grade deduction: indeed, the “trees persist [and] delight.”
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As often happens in revisiting the poem for these essays, I found the story behind the scenes to be more complex than I initially would have guessed.
Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) was an American writer and poet who died at age 31, fighting in World War 1. “Trees,” which had been written in 1914, remains his most famous poem, and his name is commemorated by forests, schools, libraries, and parks across the United States.
Consisting of several distinctive rhyming couplets, the poem itself is famous enough to have its own Wikipedia page. Many locations have apparently claimed “the” tree that inspired the famous work, but Kilmer’s son Keaton later wrote to a researcher: “Mother and I agreed, when we talked about it, that Dad never meant his poem to apply to one particular tree, or to the trees of any special region. Just any trees or all trees that might be rained on or snowed on, and that would be suitable nesting places for robins. I guess they’d have to have upward-reaching branches, too, for the line about ‘lifting leafy arms to pray.’ Rule out weeping willows.”
I found it surprising and moving to contrast the longevity of Kilmer’s poem with the brevity of his own life. As ever, similarly, it is striking to consider the difference in lifetimes between human beings and trees: the vastly different timescales present every time anyone takes a walk in a forest.
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