ArticleRobert Frost: “Nothing Gold Can Stay”By Tyler MaloneFor a poem about the brevity of every state of being, the single octave perfectly enacts its themes through its form.
PoemConfessionBy Countee CullenIf for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
PoemNovember Sunday MorningBy Alvin FeinmanAnd the light, a wakened heyday of air Tuned low and clear and wide, A radiance now that would emblaze...
PoemPost TruthBy David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun, the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar draping his sheets...
Poemp1August 15By Zakaria MohammedI await the end of August and the murder of September. I am here, tardy Autumn, waiting for you. I’ve...
PoemA Mabon CrownBy Annie FinchOur voices press from us and twine around the year's fermenting wine Yellow fall roars Over the ground. Loud, ...
PoemOctoberBy May Swenson1 A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast...
PoemAnd Now It’s September,By Barbara Crookerand the garden diminishes: cucumber leaves rumpled and rusty, zucchini felled by borers, tomatoes sparse...
PoemAutumnal EquinoxBy Joseph MasseySober for once, for what— for the words to budge. We spent summer propped up by each other's stuttering...
Poemp1Jean RhysBy Sandra LimIt’s now within an hour of sundown of a late November afternoon. It was a beautiful day, the cold burned...
PoemI Saw This Day ComingBy Stacy SzymaszekI saw this day coming class would end and it would be night time to attach bike lights tonight I lit...
Poemp1ThirstBy Antonia PozziNow you want me to tell you a history of fish while the lake clouds over? But don’t you see how thirst...
PoemMonumentsBy Myra Sklarew Today the moon sees fit to come between a parched earth and sun, hurrying the premature darkness. A...
Poemp1Tomorrow, No, TomorrowerBy Bradley TrumpfhellerFrom up here in the leaves’ no-kidding goldishness you’d guess everyone was already in lovely w/ each...
PoemThe Death of a SoldierBy Wallace StevensLife contracts and death is expected, As in a season of autumn. The soldier falls. He does not become...
PoemGathering LeavesBy Robert FrostSpades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a...
PoemThe Census-TakerBy Robert FrostI came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and...
PoemThe Comedian as the Letter CBy Wallace Stevens i The World without Imagination Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil, The sovereign ghost. As ...
PoemSix QuatrainsBy Ursula K. Le Guin AUTUMN gold of amber red of ember brown of umber all September MCCOY CREEK Over the bright shallows...