#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1928 #WestRunningBrook
The Voice said, “Hurl her down!” The Voices, “How far down?” “Seven levels of the world.” “How much time have we?” “Take twenty years.
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open g… And think no more of wall-builders than… Her face is flecked with pomace and she… A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
`You know Orion always comes up sideway… Throwing a leg up over our fence of moun… And rising on his hands, he looks in on… Busy outdoors by lantern—light with some… I should have done by daylight, and inde…
#1923 #NewHampshire
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their lurching shadows on a ho… Near by, all dark in every glossy window… A horse’s hoof pawed once the hollow flo…
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane.
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting d… Looking back over her shoulder at some f… She took a doubtful step and then undid… To raise herself and look again. He sp…
The little old house was out with a litt… In front at the edge of the road where t… A roadside stand that too pathetically p… It would not be fair to say for a dole o… But for some of the money, the cash, who…
#1936 #AFurtherRange
That far-off day the leaves in flight Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust
#1942 #AWitnessTree
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
Age saw two quiet children Go loving by at twilight, He knew not whether homeward, Or outward from the village, Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,
Builder, in building the little house, In every way you may please yourself; But please please me in the kitchen chim… Don’t build me a chimney upon a shelf. However far you must go for bricks,
The sentencing goes blithely on its way And takes the playfully objected rhyme As surely as it takes the stroke and tim… In having its undeviable say.
He halted in the wind, and– what was th… Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost… He stood there bringing March against h… And yet too ready to believe the most. ‘Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,' I s…
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…
As gay for you to take your father’s axe As take his gun—rod—to go hunting—fishin… You nick my spruce until its fiber crack… It gives up standing straight and goes d… You link an arm in its arm and you lean
