Poem in Autumn

[Eva Libre]

"Herbstblatt" - Egon Schiele

Poem in Autumn

Now over everything the autumn light is thrown
And every line is sharp and every leaf is clear,
Now without density or weight, the airy sun
Sits in the flaming boughs, a an innocent fire
That shines but does not burn or wither.
The leaves light-penetrated, change their essence,
Take on the gold transparence of the weather,
Are touched by death, then by lights holy presence.

So we, first touched by death, were changed in essence,
As if grief grew transparent and turned to airy gold
And we were given days of special radiance.
Light-brimmed, light-shaken, and with love so filled
It seemed the whole heartbeat of the world was in our blood,
And when we stood together, love was everywhere,
And no exchange was needed, if exchange we could
The blessedness of sunlight poised on air.

- May Sarton

[janice wilson]