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 ...

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, ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. As autumn sleds into winter, winners of the Cape Cod Times Poetry Contest all contain a sense of departure ― even a touch of ...

Keats’s famous ode speaks across time and space to a 21st-century Sri Lankan, whose turbulent history catches on its mellow mood Autumn (after John Keats) The fallen yellow leaves now oftener flare ...

Keats’s ode to autumn brims over with rich, ripe imagery - as fresh today as when it was composed in September 1819, almost two centuries ago.

The first intimations of a change in the seasons prompt a lyrical reflection on what is being named Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this Autumn that arrives In smells. All looks like Summer ...

The fall pond cheerless, the water clear, I fish from a small boat drifting here. Tiny blue ripples roll through the mist, The wind, the leaves fly past with the year. From a deep blue sky hang rows ...