"The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking …"
"Hog butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat"
"For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river"
"I am glad God saw Death and gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired of living"
"There are no handles upon a language whereby men take hold of it and mark it with signs for its remembrance"
"I shall foot it down the roadway in the dusk"
"Over the dead line we have called to you to come across with a word for us"
1960 - Best Spoken Word Album
Pulitizer Prize for Poetry, 1918
"The fog comes on little cat feet."