For centuries, poets have turned to autumn as a mirror for the human condition, a season oscillating between abundance and ...

For Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the road that began at age twenty led inexorably to the consolations of wombats, whiskey, chloral, and the culmination of the grave. From our vantage point, this poem falls ...

Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) is the kind of poet who grows on the reader the more she is read. A native of St. Louis, she lived much of her adult life in New York before her suicide at age 49. From her ...

As part of a series of seasonal conversations and poetry, Todd Moe spoke with Vermont poet David Crews about his poems and their connections to... Oct 18, 2023 — As part of a series of seasonal ...

Dear Readers: Hope you are all having a lovely fall. Please see below some poems that help embrace the season. “That time of year thou mayst in me behold / When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang ...

Across centuries and continents, poets have turned to autumn as a mirror of human experience: a time when beauty and decay, ...

So much of autumn seemed to be on display in Washington on Friday, as a golden October ended amid great gusts of the famed ...

Dear Readers: Hope you are all having a lovely fall. Please see below some poems that help embrace the season. “The Wild Swans at Coole” by William Butler Yeats “The trees are in their autumn beauty, ...

I was looking for an autumn poem, maybe a Thanksgiving poem, and this one landed in my lap. Only a mention of autumn but full of thanksgiving. Billy Collins’ poems ...

We're going to Circadia today. The Box Elder bugs will lead the way.. Minutes of sunshine will go away. Losing out in the new autumn day.. Leaves are falling to the ground. Plante ...

In the desert's embrace, warm autumn arrives,A tapestry of hues, where life still survives —Where barren lands meet with the azure sky,A symphony of color begins to fly. The sun, a golden orb, casts ...

November stands as a quiet bridge between autumn’s golden farewell and winter’s silver silence. It is a month of reflection, ...