It’s springtime in Alaska, getting lighter every day, as the tour boats and the charters motor out into the bay. But white stuff still surrounds us and we’re all just sick to death. We’ve been ...

Some of the best poets of spring are masters of the minor key. So it's no surprise that the famously dour Philip Larkin wrote two of the finest... Springtime is the season of renewal, but it can also ...

This is such an equivocal spring poem, which suits my mood entirely. Flowers are blooming here in this beautiful part of the world, while whole cities are reduced to rubble in others. But here is this ...

It’s easy to think of Christina Rossetti (1830–1894) as a caricature of her own extremes: morbid and (as other of her poems we have run in the Sun suggest) maybe a little hysterical, certainly strange ...

It’s January, January 21 to be precise, and I’ve stepped out onto the back porch to deposit the trash from the house in the can to wait for the deposit onto the truck to take it away, no muss no fuss ...

For the narrator of Robert Frost’s poem “Mending Wall” his particular rite of spring occurs on that day when his neighbor and he meet to “mend” the stone wall that separates their properties. Imagine ...