Autumn (photo by me, no filters, iPhone 5)


The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926)
Rilke was a poet concerned with the power of images in his writing, and spiritual potential in life. When he refers to leaves, he isn’t describing them in a purely physical or visual sense, he treats them with an existential understanding. There is more to autumn than the turning of leaves on earth— “as if orchards were dying high in space.” Rilke’s meditation on seasonal change is a reflection on what lies beyond us, or perhaps deep within us — the falling feeling of loneliness and the gravity of life itself. But if this is a poem about gravity and resistance, it’s also one of weightlessness and release. “We’re all falling,” he writes — the leaves, the stars, the earth — swirling out of control yet surrounded by something, or “Someone,” of infinite calm. (Source: PolicyMic)

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