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Autumn Etude
Translated by Edward Ginsburg

I cannot understand
The wild, mad lines
Written on the misted window-panes,
By a withered twig.

It may be a portent
From a veiled remoteness,
Where night meets the day –
An omen,
That I stand by, be ready.
It well may be its tear-filled sorrow,
Or, perhaps, a longing,
Reluctant to depart.

On the misted panes
The wind pastes a tree-leaf—
A yellowed sign
That summer’s gone
Like a wilted dream.

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