Everyday they fall. The leaves
tumble down through branches, tossed
by rolling breeze, find their way
to mother earth, shaken out
like threadbare rugs, freed
from dust, from the lively flesh
that filled out their netting.
They wonder, am I more true or less
nestled again in this damp home,
changed so from my high flying days?
I, too, wonder how the trees bear
this sad loss, to come again and again.
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Enjoying Daniel Ladinsky’s wonderful translation, A Year With Hafiz.
Poems from in between 
6 responses to “From Hafiz”
Beautiful mingling of nature and philosophy. I especially love the image of threadbare rugs shaken out and “the lively flesh//that filled out their netting.”
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Thank you. It is all an exercise. đ
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I have 3 things to say:
Your word choice is extraordinary, as usual.
The seasons, especially the Fall, cause me to reflect on the human condition, as well.
And, Hafiz is a master.
Thank you for the beauty đ
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Yes. It seems in fall it is all loss all the time. A good time to reflect on birth, and everything in between those two. Thank you for your kind words!
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the last two stanzas present a couple of questions, one about the leaves and the second about the trees, both of which are personified. neither has an easy answer. perhaps there are no answers. but i am glad that you stated them.
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Thank you so much. I so want the answers, though!
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