#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1936 #AFurtherRange
I said to myself almost in prayer, It will start hair raising currents of a… When you give it the livid metal-sap. It will make a homicidal roar. It will shake its cast stone reef of flo…
#1936 #AFurtherRange
Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea—fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
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…
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindst… To get it anywhere that I can see. These hands have helped it go, and even… Not all the motion, though, they ever le…
#1923 #NewHampshire
The three stood listening to a fresh acc… Of wind that caught against the house a… Gulped snow, and then blew free again—th… Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours… Meserve belittled in the great skin coat…
#1916 #MountainInterval
“When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flow…
“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
I Dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls… And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries…
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
There’s a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: The meadow is finished with men. Then now is the chance for the flowers
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting d… Looking back over her shoulder at some f… She took a doubtful step and then undid… To raise herself and look again. He sp…
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
Some things are never clear. But the weather is clear tonight, Thanks to a clearing rain. The mountains are brought up near, The stars are brought out bright.
At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow
From where I lingered in a lull in Marc… outside the sugar-house one night for ch… I called the fireman with a careful voic… And bade him leave the pan and stoke the… ‘O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard… And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!” I knew pretty well why he had dropped be…