#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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.
#1942 #AWitnessTree
As I have known them passionate and fin… The gold for which they leave the golden… Of lyric is a golden light divine, Never the gold of darkness from a mine. The spirit plays us strange religious pr…
Love and forgetting might have carried t… A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further… They must have halted soon in any case With thoughts of a path back, how rough…
#1923 #NewHampshire
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his f… There’d been some Boston people out to… And experts said that deep down in the m… The mica sheets were big as plate-glass…
Where’s this barn’s house? It never had… Or joined with sheds in ring-around a do… The hunter scuffling leaves goes by at d… The gun reversed that he went out with s… The harvest moon and then the hunter’s m…
#1936 #AFurtherRange
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…
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…
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering ti… And then another tick. He knew the code… His hate had roused an engine up the roa… He wished when he had had the track alon…
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
No, I had set no prohibiting sign, And yes, my land was hardly fenced. Nevertheless the land was mine: I was being trespassed on and against. Whoever the surly freedom took
Let the downpour roil and toil! The worst it can do to me Is carry some garden soil A little nearer the sea. ’Tis the world-old way of the rain
He would declare and could himself belie… That the birds there in all the garden r… From having heard the daylong voice of… Had added to their own an oversound, Her tone of meaning but without the word…
I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming,
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the ai… Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. I’ve tried it fine with little breadth o… Alone, or in one ornament combining
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
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ch… They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear…
