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 ...

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 ...