The “Fall” of the poem’s title, when read as man’s descension into sin, characterizes the witch trials and not the witches. Hell yeah! Four Poems. Advertisement.

A poem by Rita Dove. Autumn All day I have watched the purple vine leavesFall into the water.And now in the moonlight they still fall,But each leaf is fringed with silver.

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 ...

Keats has appeared twice this year in the Sun’s Poem of the Day feature, with “What the Thrush Said” in March and “On the Sonnet” in June. But here, deep in the fall, it seemed impossible to leave out ...

And So We All Fall Down. By Richard Blanco {after and for Anselm Kiefer’s installation: Steigend steigend sinke nieder (rising, rising, falling down), 2009-2012} And so the hunks of pavement ...

Poem: Autumn A poem by an 11-year-old with ties to Rochester. Image by cromaconceptovisual from Pixabay. By Elsa Theismann. September 06, 2022 at 12:00 AM. Share Share this article.

Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies. Lord Byron (1788–1824) is one of the most famous names in English poetry, a true pioneer and the man behind the epic ...

Thirty years later, the young W.B. Yeats (1865–1939), who had come to London to fall under the enduring Pre-Raphaelite spell, would also write poems which assumed a self-consciously aged voice. But ...