#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1928 #WestRunningBrook
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
“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
The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the coun… When between whirls of snow not come to… And whirls of foliage not yet laid, ther… A stranger to our yard, who looked the c…
#1916 #MountainInterval
The surest thing there is is we are ride… And though none too successful at it, gu… Through everything presented, land and t… And now the very air, of what we ride. What is this talked-of mystery of birth
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
The battle rent a cobweb diamond—strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s… Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so h… And still the bird revisited her young.
One thing has a shelving bank, Another a rotting plank, To give it cozier skies And make up for its lack of size. My own strategic retreat
#1936 #AFurtherRange
Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, Set well back from the road in rank lodg… The little cottage we were speaking of,
The Infinite’s being so wide Is the reason the Powers provide For inner defense my hide. For next defense outside. I make myself this time
#1942 #AWitnessTree
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and… The flakes could find no landing place t… Hordes spent themselves to make it wet a… And still they failed of any lasting hol… They made no white impression on the bla…
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…
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of lifeless satin clo… Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight?… Portent in little, assorted death and bl…
First under up and then again down under… We watch a circus of revolving dogs No senator dares in to kick asunder Lest both should bite him in the toga-to…
When I got up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy d… Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
The Voice said, “Hurl her down!” The Voices, “How far down?” “Seven levels of the world.” “How much time have we?” “Take twenty years.