Tag Archives: Autumn

The Hour Comes for the Great Wing Beat

By Robin Bates | Published: November 14, 2020

In “Heart of Autumn,” Robert Penn Warren grapples with the meaning of life as he watches migrating Canadian geese.

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The Soul Longs to Return Whence It Came

By Robin Bates | Published: October 17, 2020

Richard Eberhart’s “Soul Longs to Return Whence It Came” is a meditation up death and nature.

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Autumn, a Time to Reflect

By Robin Bates | Published: September 30, 2020

For Mary Oliver, autumn is a time to reflect.

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Our Annual Autumnal Striptease

By Robin Bates | Published: October 24, 2019

A Scott Bates poem about autumn’s annual striptease.

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Lord, Thou’st Made the World Too Beautiful

By Robin Bates | Published: October 5, 2019

Millay’s gorgeous poem about autumn testifies to God’s hand in the world.

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The Leaves Are Falling

By Robin Bates | Published: September 21, 2019

Rilke says that, like the leaves, we all are falling. But “there is one who holds this falling/endlessly gently in his hands.”

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Fall, Season for Beautiful Depression

By Robin Bates | Published: November 15, 2017

Those suffering from depression will find a kindred spirit in this gorgeous St. Vincent Millay poem about autumn.

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Will Warm Days Never Cease?

By Robin Bates | Published: October 12, 2017

Changes in climate can cause us to see classic poems in a new light. Case in point: Keats’s “To Autumn.”

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Death Seems Comely at the Fall of the Leaf

By Robin Bates | Published: November 22, 2016

The lure of many autumn poems lies in how they focus on a vanishing beauty. Dante Gabriel Rossetti finds death to be “a comely thing/In Autumn at the fall of the leaf.”

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