#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1942 #AWitnessTree
Others taunt me with having knelt at wel… Always wrong to the light, so never seei… Deeper down in the well than where the w… Gives me back in a shining surface pictu… Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
#1923 #NewHampshire
Once when the snow of the year was begin… We stopped by a mountain pasture to say… A little Morgan had one forefoot on the… The other curled at his breast. He dipp… And snorted at us. And then he had to b…
“You ought to have seen what I saw on m… To the village, through Mortenson’s pas… Blueberries as big as the end of your th… Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to d… In the cavernous pail of the first one t…
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
Seek not in me the big I capital, Not yet the little dotted in me seek. If I have in me any I at all, 'Tis the iota subscript of the Greek. So small am I as an attention beggar.
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
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
The farm house lingers, though averse to… With the new city street it has to wear… But what about the brook That held the house as in an elbow—crook… I ask as one who knew the brook, its str…
Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can’t we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself...
Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
I didn’t make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our la… promised myself to get down some day And see the way you lived, but I don’t… With a houseful of hungry men to feed
I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within:
In a Vermont bedroom closet With a door of two broad boards And for back wall a crumbling old chimne… (And that’s what their toes are towards)… I have a pair of shoes standing,
#1936 #AFurtherRange
God made a beatous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too… And the daft sun—assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or de… Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!)
Around bend after bend, It was blown woods and no end. I came to but one house I made but the one friend. At the one house a child was out
#1942 #AWitnessTree
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…
