Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples 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 ...

More than any other season, autumn reminds us of time’s passing and of our own transience. Everything about us is in motion; the cascade of leaves, the rapid succession of colors, and the onset of ...

For centuries, poets have turned to autumn as a mirror for the human condition, a season oscillating between abundance and decline, beauty and loss. In earlier traditions, from Shakespeare to Keats, ...

It's been a wild and crazy week, on top of a score of wild and crazy weeks. Let's take a moment to reflect on the season, take a breath and just … be. I took a walk on Thursday and the day brought me ...

Indian Literature, Vol. 40, No. 3 (179), ACCENT ON MANIPURI POETRY (May - June 1997), p. 28 ...