"I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree."
"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."
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Source: Joyce Kilmer (1917). “Main Street, and Other Poems”
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