The leaves are falling, falling as from far
Where distant with’ring gardens grace the skies,
Theyr’e falling with a gesture that denies.
And in the nights the heavy earth falls by
Into the loneliness, from a far star.
We all are falling. This hand falls, as it extends.
And take a look at others. It’s in them all.
And yet there’s One, holding this fall
With endless gentleness in both his hands.
trans. Guntram Deichsel