The leaves fall, fall as if from far
as if withering in the farthest gardens of the sky.
Fall and with that gesture cry out, No!
And in these nights falls all this heavy earth
through a million stars in the loneliness.

We all fall. Here, this hand falls.
And look at the others: it is in all.

And yet there is one, who in his hands
this endless falling, always, gently holds.

(Translated from 'Herbst' by Wallace Kaufman)

Wallace Kaufman

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