By Countee Cullen
If for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
Explore Poems: Fall
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- By Alvin FeinmanAnd the light, a wakened heyday of air Tuned low and clear and wide, A radiance now that would emblaze...
- By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun, the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar draping his sheets...
- By Annie FinchOur voices press from us and twine around the year's fermenting wine Yellow fall roars Over the ground. Loud, ...
- By May Swenson1 A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast...
- By Barbara Crookerand the garden diminishes: cucumber leaves rumpled and rusty, zucchini felled by borers, tomatoes sparse...
- By Joseph MasseySober for once, for what— for the words to budge. We spent summer propped up by each other's stuttering...
- By John Brandifallen leavesthe abbot sweepsaround them
- By Sandra LimIt’s now within an hour of sundown of a late November afternoon. It was a beautiful day, the cold burned...
- By Stacy SzymaszekI saw this day coming class would end and it would be night time to attach bike lights tonight I lit...
- By Antonia PozziNow you want me to tell you a history of fish while the lake clouds over? But don’t you see how thirst...
- By Myra SklarewToday the moon sees fit to come between a parched earth and sun, hurrying the premature darkness. A...
- By Bradley TrumpfhellerFrom up here in the leaves’ no-kidding goldishness you’d guess everyone was already in lovely w/ each...
- By Wallace StevensLife contracts and death is expected, As in a season of autumn. The soldier falls. He does not become...
- By Robert FrostSpades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a...
- By Robert FrostI came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and...
- By Wallace Stevensi The World without Imagination Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil, The sovereign ghost. As ...
- By Ursula K. Le GuinAUTUMN gold of amber red of ember brown of umber all September MCCOY CREEK Over the bright shallows...
- By Emily Jungmin YoonI read a Korean poem with the line “Today you are the youngest you will ever be.” Today I am the oldest...