#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1928 #WestRunningBrook
The great Overdog That heavenly beast With a star in one eye Gives a leap in the east. He dances upright
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?
We saw leaves go to glory, Then almost migratory Go part way down the lane, And then to end the story Get beaten down and pasted
#1942 #AWitnessTree
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
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.
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
There were three in the meadow by the br… Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of h… With an eye always lifted toward the wes… Where an irregular sun—bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger
I have been treading on leaves all day u… God knows all the color and form of leav… Perhaps I have put forth too much stren… I have safely trodden underfoot the leav… All summer long they were over head, mor…
When I see birches bend to left and rig… Across the lines of straighter darker tr… I like to think some boy’s been swinging… But swinging doesn’t bend them down to s… As ice-storms do. Often you must have…
#1916 #MountainInterval
I felt the chill of the meadow underfoot… But the sun overhead; And snatches of verse and song of scenes… I sung or said. I skirted the margin alders for miles an…
I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountain, with a mother and s… Two old-believers. They did all the tal… The Mother Folks think a witch who has familiar spi…
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
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,
Careless and still The hunter lurks With gun depressed, Facing alone The alder swamps
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.
Blood has been harder to dam back than w… Just when we think we have it impounded… Behind new barrier walls (and let it cha… It breaks away in some new kind of slaug… We choose to say it is let loose by the…
