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.

Assiduous readers of our Poem of the Day feature will, by now, have made more than a passing acquaintance with the poems of Sara Teasdale (1884–1933). In a brief career, cut even shorter by her ...