Rainer Maria Rilke: Fall

Fall

The leaves are falling, falling from afar,
from distant gardens wilting in the heavens;
they fall as if refusing their descent.

And in the nights, through lonely firmament,
the grave earth falls, away from every star.

We’re falling, each of us. This hand here bends.
And look at others: it is in them all.

And yet there is One capturing each fall
within his infinitely gentle hands.

Herbst

Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit,
als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten;
sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde.

Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde
aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit.

Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt.
Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen.

Und doch ist Einer welcher dieses Fallen
unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.

–Rainer Maria Rilke from Das Buch der Bilder (The Book of Images)

Peter Vertacnik

Peter Vertacnik

Peter Vertacnik is a graduate student in literature and creative writing at Texas Tech University. His poems have appeared previously in Asses of Parnassus, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Lucid Rhythms, and The Orchards Poetry Journal.
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Peter Vertacnik is a graduate student in literature and creative writing at Texas Tech University. His poems have appeared previously in Asses of Parnassus, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Lucid Rhythms, and The Orchards Poetry Journal.