#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1913 #ABoy'sWill
All crying, ‘We will go with you, O Wi… The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses them as they go, And they end by bidding them as they go, And they end by bidding him stay with th…
#1923 #NewHampshire
Lancaster bore him—such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn’t see him of… Of late years, though he keeps the old h… And sends the children down there with t… To run wild in the summer—a little wild.
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
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
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.
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,
#1916 #MountainInterval
The soil now gets a rumpling soft and da… And small regard to the future of any we… The final flat of the hoe’s approval sta… Is reserved for the bed of a few selecte… There is seldom more than a man to a har…
#1936 #AFurtherRange
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove. Before the leaves can mount again
The battle rent a cobweb diamond—strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s… Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so h… And still the bird revisited her young.
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…
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
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…
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home,
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…
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,
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking th… Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.