#Americans #PulitzerPrize
You lie in your bed and sigh, and the springs deep in the mattre… sing out with the same low note, mocking your sadness. It’s hard— not the mattress, but life.
Slap of the screen door, flat knoc… of my grandmother’s boxy black sho… on the wooden stoop, the hush and… of her knob-kneed, cotton-aproned… out to the edge and then, toed in
The gravel road rides with a slow… over the fields, the telephone lin… streaming behind, its billow of du… full of the sparks of redwing blac… On either side, those dear old lad…
I have seen the Brown Recluse Sp… run with a net in her hand, or rat… what resembled a net, what resembl… a hand. She ran down the gleaming… of the bathtub, trailing a frail s…
He was a big man, says the size of… on a pile of broken dishes by the… a tall man too, says the length of… in an upstairs room; and a good, G… says the Bible with a broken back
The next morning I felt that our… had been lifted away from its foun… during the night, and was now adri… though so heavy it drew a foot or… of whatever was buoying it up, not…
They have set aside their black ti… scratched and dented, spattered with drops of pink and b… and their dried-up, rolled-up tube… of alizarin crimson, chrome green,
Seventy years ago I made a pair o… from six-foot two-by-twos, with bl… to stand on nailed a foot from the… If I was to learn to walk on stil… them red and I had to wait almost…
This is the tiny moth who lives on… who drinks like a deer at the glea… at the edge of the sleeper’s eye,… of its mouth as light as a cloud’s… In your dream, a moonlit figure ap…
How much it must bear on its back, a great ball of blue shadow, yet somehow it shines, keeps up an appearance. For hours tonight, I walked beneath it, learning.
What once was meant to be a statem… a dripping dagger held in the fist of a shuddering heart—is now just… on a bony old shoulder, the spot where vanity once punched him hard
She had turned her face up into a rain of light, and came on smili… The light trickled down her forehe… and into her eyes. It ran down into the neck of her sweatshirt
On a parking lot staircase I met two fine-looking men descending, both in slacks and dress shirts, neckties much alike, one of the men
Beside the highway, the Giant Sli… with its rusty undulations lifts out of the weeds. It hasn’t been u… for a generation. The ticket booth tilts to that side where the nicke…
The wall of identical boxes into w… our Aunt Sticky sorted the daily… was at the far end of her dining r… and from the private side looked l… a fancy wallpaper upon which peoni…