In the Fall I never fall.

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erin είπε...

i'm not exactly sure if you remind me of Edith Sodergran here or if i am simply feeling a little like her these days since encountering her poetry. either way both talents (hers and yours) flood me with longing.


The naked trees stand around your house

and let in sky and air without end,

the naked trees stride down to the shore

and mirror themselves in the water.

A child still plays in the grey smoke of autumn

and a girl walks with flowers in her hand and near the sky’s edge

silver-white birds fly up.

Chimaera Flux είπε...

erin, you are always so generous, you make me cry.