#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1928 #WestRunningBrook
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…
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
Let chaos storm! Let cloud shapes swarm! I wait for form.
#1936 #AFurtherRange
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles,… Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behi…
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I thought of the door With no lock to lock. I blew out the light,
#1923 #NewHampshire
The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say:
Back out of all this now too much for us… Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken… Like graveyard marble sculpture in the w… There is a house that is no more a house
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice,
He is said to have been the last Red ma… In Action. And the Miller is said to h… If you like to call such a sound a laugh… But he gave no one else a laugher’s lice… For he turned suddenly grave as if to sa…
#1916 #MountainInterval
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown and dry. They are the sea made land
BROWN lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores In winter after half-past three. And many must have seen him make
It is getting dark and time he drew to a… But the blizzard blinds him to any house… The storm gets down his neck in an icy s… That sucks his breath like a wicked cat… The snow blows on him and off him, exert…
#1942 #AWitnessTree
As I have known them passionate and fin… The gold for which they leave the golden… Of lyric is a golden light divine, Never the gold of darkness from a mine. The spirit plays us strange religious pr…
Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea—fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high
What tree may not the fig be gathered fr… The grape may not be gathered from the b… It’s all you know the grape, or know the… As a girl gathered from the birch myself Equally with my weight in grapes, one au…
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth— Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
