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Some thoughts on autumn this week.<\/p>\n

Yellow thoughts.\u00a0\"\"<\/p>\n

Leaf thoughts. Soon to be falling, dropping, gliding, twirling, rustling and all around in motion – thoughts. Or hanging in suspension thoughts.\"\"<\/p>\n

Here is Autumn<\/em>,\u00a0a Rilke poem in the original German, read by one of my favorites, Otto Sanders, speaking to the matter of falling leaves. (Rilke’s poem\u00a0An Autumn Day\u00a0<\/i>is probably better known, but honestly borders on clichee for those of us who had to recite it during all of their childhood school years….)<\/p>\n

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I am attaching a couple of translations which go to show how hard it is to capture poetry in a different language. None of them comes close to the original which has a sense of futility and hope rolled all in one.<\/p>\n