#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1942 #AWitnessTree
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…
#1923 #NewHampshire
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my… Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I’m not the one for putting off the proo… Let it be overwhelming, off a roof And round a corner, blizzard snow for du…
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
I farm a pasture where the boulders lie As touching as a basket full of eggs, And though they’re nothing anybody begs, I wonder if it wouldn’t signify For me to send you one out where you liv…
#1942 #AWitnessTree
‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West—running Brook then call it.’ (West—Running Brook men call it to this…
No speed of wind or water rushing by But you have speed far greater. You can… Back up a stream of radiance to the sky, And back through history up the stream o… And you were given this swiftness, not f…
#AFurtherRange #Sonnet#1936
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane.
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
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…
Poetry is when an emotion has found its…
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown and dry. They are the sea made land
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
In the thick of a teeming snowfall I saw my shadow on snow. I turned and looked back up at the sky, Where we still look to ask the why Of everything below.
'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…
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,
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…
When I was young my teachers were the o… I gave up fire for form till I was cold… I suffered like a metal being cast. I went to school to age to learn the pas… Now when I am old my teachers are the y…
