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.
Book of Images
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....
ReplyDeleteThis is quite wonderful, if you like a rich melancholy. I like a rich melancholy.
ReplyDeleteI detect the influence of Rilke's piercing brevity on your own recent poems, Ruth.