Take the maples
how they let slip
that they rustle
when the bluster
lifts and lifts
all their leaves
letting slip
their little silver
through the decades
through the shadows
down the paths
into the grass
Michael Donhauser (born 1956) Liechenstein (lives in Austria)
Translated by Don Paterson
Source: LyrikLine
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