#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1923 #NewHampshire
Let me be the one To do what is done.
#1936 #AFurtherRange
I turned to speak to God About the world’s despair; But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn’t there. God turned to speak to me
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow—away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if
#1916 #MountainInterval
The land was ours before we were the lan… She was our land more than a hundred yea… Before we were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colonials,
#1942 #AWitnessTree
Never have I been glad or sad That there was such a thing as bad. There had to be, I understood, For there to have been any good. It was by having been contrasted
All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separa… That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the… Was the lamp tilted near them in his han…
The swinging mill bell changed its rate To tolling like the count of fate, And though at that the tardy ran, One failed to make the closing gate. There was a law of God or man
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray… I paused and said, “I will turn back fr… No, I will go on farther—and we shall s… The hard snow held me, save where now an… One foot went through. The view was all…
Let chaos storm! Let cloud shapes swarm! I wait for form.
It is late at night and still I am losi… But still I am steady and unaccusing. As long as the Declaration guards My right to be equal in number of cards, It is nothing to me who runs the Dive.
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the horizon rim, Some halfway up the limestone wall,
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New… Ancestral memories might come together. And those of the name Stark gathered in… A rock-strewn town where farming has fal…
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and kne… In the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay… Trying, I thought, to set it up on end, I went to show you how to make it stay,
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things,
#1923 #NewHampshire
Why Tityrus! But you’ve forgotten me. I’m Meliboeus the potato man, The one you had the talk with, you remem… Here on this very campus years ago. Hard times have struck me and I’m on th…