The leaves fall, fall as if from far <br />as if withering in the farthest gardens of the sky. <br />Fall and with that gesture cry out, No! <br />And in these nights falls all this heavy earth <br />through a million stars in the loneliness. <br /> <br />We all fall. Here, this hand falls. <br />And look at the others: it is in all. <br /> <br />And yet there is one, who in his hands <br /> this endless falling, always, gently holds. <br /> <br />(Translated from 'Herbst' by Wallace Kaufman)<br /><br />Wallace Kaufman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-by-marie-rainer-rilke/
