Autumn
17 September 2006
The mountain has put on its old chapan,
the grey one with the yellow collar.
The river counts the leaves
and does not lose count.
I am older than the river's arithmetic,
but I stand and watch it work.
the grey one with the yellow collar.
The river counts the leaves
and does not lose count.
I am older than the river's arithmetic,
but I stand and watch it work.
Written at the House of Culture, on the back of a rehearsal programme, in 1998.