Autumn
Again the wind
flakes gold-leaf from the trees
and the painting darkens—
as if a thousand pentinents
kissed an icon
till it thinned
back to bare wood,
without diminishment.
— Jane Hirshfield, in The October Palace

Autumn
Again the wind
flakes gold-leaf from the trees
and the painting darkens—
as if a thousand pentinents
kissed an icon
till it thinned
back to bare wood,
without diminishment.
— Jane Hirshfield, in The October Palace
Autumn Again the wind flakes gold-leaf from the trees and the painting darkens— as if a thousand penitents kissed an...