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 ...

For centuries, poets have turned to autumn as a mirror for the human condition, a season oscillating between abundance and decline, beauty and loss. In earlier traditions, from Shakespeare to Keats, ...

Across centuries and continents, poets have turned to autumn as a mirror of human experience: a time when beauty and decay, fullness and farewell, coexist. From Shakespeare’s trembling sonnets to ...

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, ...

This time of year always reminds me of a wonderfully autumnal poem called "How to Like It," by Stephen Dobyns. Set in "the first days of fall," the poem describes a man whose summer seems long over: ...

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. “The Wild Swans at Coole” by William Butler Yeats “The trees are in their autumn beauty, ...

The turn of season into fall can be a reflective time - a time of passage and decline. Well, today, we turn to poetry to mark the seasonal shift with the new U.S. Poet Laureate Charles Wright. He's ...

As summer comes to a close and autumn lingers in, we begin to dream of the beauty that fall brings with it. This week, we will look at a poem by Pulitzer Prize winner Mary Oliver titled “Song for ...

“Romantic Poet,” by Diane Seuss, is one of the best things that our critic A.O. Scott read (and reread) this year. Isabella Cotier By A.O. Scott Let’s talk about love. That’s what the people in this ...

The most famous of poems about the fall is probably still Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 73”—the poem with the line “Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” It appeared last week as The New York ...