Friday, September 11, 2009


The Leaves are Falling (adaptation of Rilke's Herbst)

The leaves are falling, falling as if from afar;
Wither'd they fall from distant gardens of the sky.
And through this deep night,
The earth falls away from the stars into solitude.
Yet the leaves, the earth, our souls, are gather'd, gather'd gently.

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