Explore why spring's symbols like blossoms and birdsong inspire artists and poets worldwide, reflecting renewal, beauty, and ...

“Spring night four a.m.” from WAIT TILL I’M DEAD: UNCOLLECTED POEMS © 2016 by The Estate of Allen Ginsberg. Originally published in Villager, vol. 44, no. 20 ...

I’m writing this column in the earliest days of another spring, and here’s a fine spring poem from Rose King’s book “Time and Peonies,” from Hummingbird Press. The poet lives in California. a man in a ...

bowing pines. Determined snow flakes fell, flocking Mother Nature in a fluffy, white gown. Another wink of winter’s snow. She glistens, spreading her soft blanket with a gentle whisper. “Not yet, ...

Springtime is the season of renewal, but it can also be a season of ambivalence. After all, for something to be made new and fresh, it first has to have gotten old and worn. Perhaps this is why some ...

Last week, I wrote a column on abysmal spring poems, suggested there was no other kind of spring poem and speculated that many of us have bad spring poetry lurking in our pasts. I invited readers to ...

Notes: Few passers-by notice a granite marker on Cider Hill Road (Route 91) that identifies the spot where John Greenleaf Whittier in 1854 encountered a young farm girl in bare feet raking hay, which ...

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In springtime, some people grow misty-eyed with allergies to pollen. The poet Lynne McMahon greets the season gladly, but with the recognition of the hay fever sufferer's fate at this coming time of ...