A Leaf by Bronislaw Maj
A leaf, one of the last, parts from a maple branch:
it is spinning in the transparent air of October, falls
on a heap of others, stops, fades. No one
admired its entrancing struggle with the wind,
followed its flight, no one will distinguish it now
as it lies among the other leaves, no one saw
what I did. I am
the only one.
found the text at kottke.org
its "enhanced" by PhotoImpression 5 which works great for a program that came with the digital camera cd. I didnt think I could make the picture look so clear.
2 comments:
A great poem, isn't it?
Just a nitpick, your transcription could use better line-breaks towards the end. But thanks for that picture!
thnx for the recommendation. have changed it to reflect the original meaning. what can i say... i got lazy... :D
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