December 18, 2011

Autumn's End

Autumn Landscape at Dusk

I have seen for some time
how everything changes.
There is that which arises and acts,
kills and causes grief.

Each time I look at them
the gardens are different—
a slow decay
from gold to brown.
How long for me the way has been.

Now it is empty where I stand
and look down the avenues.
Almost as far as the farthest ocean
I can see the heavy
forbidding sky.

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  1. As I read this, I can't get over how DEEP this man was. His works are so descriptive. I read that and my mind was filled with images of Autumn....

  2. This is quite wonderful, if you like a rich melancholy. I like a rich melancholy.

    I detect the influence of Rilke's piercing brevity on your own recent poems, Ruth.


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!