#Americans #PulitzerPrize #XXCentury
The shadows have their seasons, to… The feathery web the budding maple… cast down upon the sullen lawn bears but a faint relation to high summer’s umbrageous weight
We were both of two minds about ad… and wasted our couple of stolen ho… half-undressed in the Afternoon M… kissing and drinking and doubting… She had never betrayed her husband…
How long will our bewildered heirs marooned in possessions not theirs puzzle at disposing of these three cunning feignings of hard candy in… the striped little pillowlike mock…
I wrote some words today that will… Maybe they will last “forever”— that is, more than ten years, in t… someone will read them, their ink… a light scratch on his mind, or he…
They will not be the same next tim… so cute, just slightly off, will b… Their eyes will be more skeptical,… the more securely to the worldly b… of television, alphabet, and stree…
Life’s buried treasure’s buried de… a cough, a draft, a wrinkle in the… distract the search, as precarious as a safecracker’s trembling touch… We are walking a slack tightwire,…
When winter’s glaze is lifted from… And cups are freshly cut, and bird… Triumphantly the stifled golfer pr… In cleats and slacks once more, an… This year, he vows, his head will…
My stick fingers click with a snic… And, chuckling, they knuckle the k… Light-footed, my steel feelers fli… And pluck from these keys melodies… My paper can caper; abandon
Our last connection with the mythi… My mother remembers the day as a g… she jumped across a little spruce that now overtops the sandstone ho… where still she lives; her face de…
Some honorary day if I play my remaining cards right I might be a postage stamp but I won’t be there to lick me and licking was what I liked,
And another regrettable thing abou… is the ceasing of your own brand o… which took a whole life to develop… the quips, the witticisms, the sla… adjusted to a few, those loved one…
Those dutiful dogtrots down airpor… while gnawing at a Dunkin’ Donuts… those hotel rooms where the TV re… waits by the bed like a suicide pi… those hours in the air amid white…
She must have been kicked unseen o… Too young to know much, she was be… To use the newspapers spread on th… And to win, wetting there, the wor… We thought her shy malaise was a s…
How many more, I must ask myself, such perfect ends of Augusts will… the schoolgirls giggling in their… tittering of school soon to come a… as brown as maple seeds, the strip…
At night—the light turned off, the… Unburdened of its atom-eating char… His wife asleep, her breathing dip… To touch a swampy source—he though… Her father’s hilltop home allowed…