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 ...

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 ...

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 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 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 ...

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 ...