She was the first Femaleto win the Pulitzer in Literature in 1923, which is amazing considering the oppression of Women Writers at that time.
Here is an example of her work.
I consider it the Worlds most perfect Poem. In structure and content
but more so in her use of metaphors. The way she describes Love as a "Wide blossom which the wind assails" is mind-boggling I think.
The last line in the poem is often quoted by people who have no idea of its origin.
Pity Me Not
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Or that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Or that a man's desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.