#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1916 #MountainInterval
When I got up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy d… Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
“Willis, I didn’t want you here to—day: The lawyer’s coming for the company. I’m going to sell my soul, or, rather, f… Five hundred dollars for the pair, you k… “With you the feet have nearly been the…
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise
#1923 #NewHampshire
Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow—bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white;
The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the coun… When between whirls of snow not come to… And whirls of foliage not yet laid, ther… A stranger to our yard, who looked the c…
#1916 #MountainInterval
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb and fingers; No lasting effect of it lingers. There was one time and only the one
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about— Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless win…
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ch… They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear…
We sit indoors and talk of the cold outs… And every gust that gathers strength and… Is a threat to the house. But the house… We think of the tree. If it never again… We’ll know, we say, that this was the ni…
#1936 #AFurtherRange
In a Vermont bedroom closet With a door of two broad boards And for back wall a crumbling old chimne… (And that’s what their toes are towards)… I have a pair of shoes standing,
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and rom… As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tre… It lifts existence on a plane of snow
How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate,
The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in… And thought of doing something to the sh… That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the ski…
Did you stay up last night (the Magi di… To see the star shower known as Leonid That once a year by hand or apparatus Is so mysteriously pelted at us? It is but fiery puffs of dust and pebble…
#1942 #AWitnessTree