#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1923 #NewHampshire
These pools that, though in forests, sti… The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, chill… Will like the flowers beside them soon b… And yet not out by any brook or river,
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
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
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
A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the farm, she did A childlike thing. One day she asked her father
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry… There is more unmixed color on the wing Than flowers will show for days unless t… But these are flowers that fly and all b…
#1923 #NewHampshire
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; To—morrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call;
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
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,
#1942 #AWitnessTree
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,
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes rele… So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole,
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
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…
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it?
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?
`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…
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing—stone, or open eye… When heaven presents in sheets the solid… Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heave…
