where late the sweet birds sang.” It appeared last week as The New York Sun’s Poem of the Day. But quick on Shakespeare’s heels comes “To Autumn,” the last of the astonishing run of odes John Keats ...

Please see below some poems that help embrace the season ... Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. / In me thou see’st the twilight of such day / As after sunset fadeth ...

Then running again. then higher, and higher. I looked below and saw myself in ivy-covered walls shaded by autumn branches. I saw friends who only existed in England and had to ...

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

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He teaches poetry and the practice of criticism at Rutgers University. COLLECTED POEMS: Including Late and Uncollected Work, by Anthony Hecht. Edited by Philip Hoy. LATE ROMANCE: Anthony Hecht ...