Autumn—A Poem by Jane Hirshfield

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


Paris Review, Issue no. 109
Winter 1988