#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1936 #AFurtherRange
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,
#1914 #NorthOfBoston
A boy, presuming on his intellect, Once showed two little monkeys in a cage A burning-glass they could not understan… And never could be made to understand. Words are no good: to say it was a lens
#1936 #AFurtherRange
Lancaster bore him—such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn’t see him of… Of late years, though he keeps the old h… And sends the children down there with t… To run wild in the summer—a little wild.
#1913 #ABoy'sWill
He is that fallen lance that lies as hur… That lies unlifted now, come dew, come r… But still lies pointed as it ploughed th… If we who sight along it round the world… See nothing worthy to have been its mark…
#1928 #WestRunningBrook
I stay; But it isn’t as if There wasn’t always Hudson’s Bay And the fur trade, A small skiff
#1923 #NewHampshire
Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabe… Made Maple first take notice of her nam… She asked her father and he told her, '… Maple is right.’ ‘But teacher told the school
The bear puts both arms around the tree… And draws it down as if it were a lover And its choke cherries lips to kiss good… Then lets it snap back upright in the sk… Her next step rocks a boulder on the wal…
Let chaos storm! Let cloud shapes swarm! I wait for form.
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:
This saying good-bye on the edge of the… And cold to an orchard so young in the b… Reminds me of all that can happen to har… An orchard away at the end of the farm All winter, cut off by a hill from the h…
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight Of a certain upper-window light. The light was what it was all about:
The last step taken found your heft Decidedly upon the left. One more would throw you on the right. Another still—you see your plight. You call this thinking, but it’s walking…
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the do… When it seemed as if I could bear no mo… The fault must partly have been in me.
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
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…
