#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1928 #WestRunningBrook
We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and k…
#1942 #AWitnessTree
ONCE on the kind of day called “weathe… When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own power seems to be undone, I was half boring through, half climbing… A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil of ce…
#1916 #MountainInterval
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and… The flakes could find no landing place t… Hordes spent themselves to make it wet a… And still they failed of any lasting hol… They made no white impression on the bla…
#1923 #NewHampshire
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call;
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
I’m going out to clean the pasture sprin… I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I m… I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
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;
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the do… When it seemed as if I could bear no mo… The fault must partly have been in me.
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
Between two burrs on the map Was a hollow-headed snake. The burrs were hills, the snake was a st… And the hollow head was a lake. And the dot in front of a name
She stood against the kitchen sink, and… Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water from the sink made ta… She wore her cape; her hat was in her ha… Behind her was confusion in the room,
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart
I let myself in at the kitchen door. ‘It’s you,' she said. 'I can’t get up.… Not answering your knock. I can no more Let people in than I can keep them out. I’m getting too old for my size, I tell…
Careless and still The hunter lurks With gun depressed, Facing alone The alder swamps
It took that pause to make him realize The mountain he was climbing had the sla… As of a book held up before his eyes (And was a text albeit done in plant). Dwarf cornel, gold-thread, and maianthem…
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, ‘How is the wife, Paul?’- and he’d disa… Some said it was because be bad no wife, And hated to be twitted on the subject;
I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within: