MK Asante reads a poem composed for Morning Edition titled, "In Summer." The Baltimore-based writer says it is in tribute to Paul Laurence Dunbar, an African-American poet. This next poem is by Paul ...

Despite the cold weather in the Northeast, summer is just around the corner, and as the sunny days have finally begun to roll in, I've used the sunshine as an opportunity to read great poetry about ...

June 21 is officially the first day of summer, also known as the Summer Solstice. Today holds symbolic importance, as it marks the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, and the point ...

This month, we'll be hearing from poets about what summer evokes for them. Our first poet is Sandra Beasley, whose latest collection is: I Was the Jukebox: Poems. All this month we are listening to ...

The title of this poem subverts expectations right away. After all, we associate summer with pleasure: vacations, the beach, sunshine. Each line operates in the declarative. Many lines end with a ...

Poet Michael Collier grew up in Arizona, but he hadn't lived there for a while when he wrote "At the End of a Ninetieth Summer." His father was celebrating his 90th birthday, but Collier couldn't ...

When you purchase an independently reviewed book through our site, we earn an affiliate commission. By Craig Morgan Teicher SUMMER SNOW New Poems By Robert Hass Poetry has a way of waiting for its ...

Even with the new school year starting, we still have a few more summer weeks ahead of us. I thought I’d share some poems. This first one hit me with immediacy as we are in the throws of fly season.

All this summer on MORNING EDITION, we've been asking poets to read work that evokes this season. STEVE INSKEEP, HOST: This next poem is by Paul Laurence Dunbar. He was an African-American poet who ...

"Realistic oil paintings are flanked by poems about jump rope, dandelions, balloons and fireworks—made appealing by the author's great enthusiasm," noted PW. Ages 4-8. (Feb.) ...

At the end of the summer, you wrote bad poetry. Inexplicable, s—ty, broken-down poetry that couldn’t even be called poetry. It was humiliating. You wrote a Finsta caption that you never published, the ...