Friday, September 23, 2005

Friday Poetry Blogging: Second Day of Fall Edition

Ranier Maria Rilke, "Autumn"
Translated by Robert Bly

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.


(Brilliantly, the page where I eventually found this poem included four ads for gutter guards. Rilke, rotting leaves - same diff.)