Evening Walk in Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling like from afar,
as if distant gardens were wilting in the heavens;
they are falling with a gesture of denial
And with the nights the grave earth is falling
out of all stars into the loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand there is falling.
And look at others: It is in all.
And yet there is One, who holds this falling
infinitely gentle in his hands.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Pictures