May Sarton was a novelist and an avid keeper of journals, but she considered herself a poet above all else. Novels and journals, she said in 1983, are concerned with growth over time, but “the poem is ...

Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) is the kind of poet who grows on the reader the more she is read. A native of St. Louis, she lived much of her adult life in New York before her suicide at age 49. From her ...

Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky! Oh, Autumn! Autumn! — What is the Spring to me? With “Poem of the Day,” The New York Sun offers a daily portion of verse selected by Joseph Bottum with the ...

Poems about autumn, which arrived almost unexpectedly yesterday and as silently as if sneaking in on tiptoes for summer still seems in the air, surely outnumber all the leaves of reds and golds and ...

is to never rule out love. No matter how old, how sick, how poor or filled with doubt. Love is the one emotion I never will throw out. Bill Scott is a retired maintenance director at Pax Christi ...