Autumn - by
O whence the leaves / scuttering down Easter Road, / sycamore and rowan / desperate as refugees,…
Autumn
Duilleag - by
Dhuilleag, dè an teachdaireachd
/ a th’ agad dhuinn an-diugh?
/
/ ’S e gun tàinig…
Fall, Leaves, Fall - by
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
/ Lengthen night and shorten day;
/ Every leaf speaks bliss to me
/ Fluttering from the autumn tree.
In Macedonian Markets - by
After Pradech
/
/ The market had everything:
/ that Macedonian autumn
/ earth talked through mothers
/ standing over fruit
/
/ cooling it with water
/ for the eyes of the customers,
/ caressing…
September - by
This far north, the harvest happens late.
/ Rooks go clattering over the sycamores
/ whose shadows yawn after them, down to the river.
/ Uncut…
Selling Watermelons - by
Moscow is milling with watermelons.
/ Everything breathes a boundless freedom.
/ And it blows with unbridled fierceness
/ from the breathless melonvendors.
/
/ Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves.
/ They…
Pushing forty - by
Just before winter
/ we see the trees show
/ their true colours:
/ the mad yellow of chestnuts
/ two maples like blood sisters
/ the orange beech
/ braver than…
Windy Nights - by
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
/ Whenever the wind is high,
/ All night long in the dark…
Höst - by
Dagen är duvgrå och
/ stilla; den liknar
/ en själ. Rovfågelns klor
/ är matta som händer.
/ Hostloven faller
/ och djupnar till jord.
/ Försoning är nära.
November - by
A Scots owersett o a Poem bi John Clare
/
/ The kintra sleeps in haar frae morn till nicht;
/ An, gin the sun…
Autumn at Kincraig - by
Yellow birch leaves fall like flakes
/ on rooted rutted forest tracks
/ rain splatters
/ on plastic hoods among the woods.
/
/ Tawny oaks and bronzy bracken
/ beech…
Drunk Autumn Midnight Below Victoria Embankment - by
And the sky wet as a loose tarpaulin.
/ I’m walking but not home.
/
/ I’m taking the air. It tastes
/ sweet, like rust.