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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
 
Autumn
By Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926)
 
THE LEAVES are falling, falling as from far,
As if far gardens in the skies were dying;
They fall, and ever seem to be denying.
 
And in the night the earth, a heavy ball,
Into a starless solitude must fall.        5
 
We all are falling. My own hand no less
Than all things else; behold, it is in all.
Yet there is One who, utter gentleness,
Holds all this falling in His hands to bless.
 
 
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