Autumn / Fall by Maria Rainer Rilke The leaves are falling, falling as from far Where distant with'ring gardens grace the skies, They're falling with a gesture that denies. And in the nights the heavy earth falls by Into the loneliness, from a far star. We all are falling. This hand falls, as it extends. And take a look at others. It's in them all. And yet there's One, holding this fall With endless gentleness in both his hands. Translation by Guntram Deichsel   | |||||
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