Fall

 

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Fall

Just one leaf dropping from the tree
and the fall a call of nature and no freak
chance of fate. What throw of the dice
eliminates Lady Luck? None at all,
or so the poet says, lying there, indisposed,
his ribs cracked hard against the wooden
boards of the porch and his right foot
caught in such a way that the hip slips
slightly from its socket and try as he may
he cannot stand but lies there in the chill
evening wind, a lone leaf, getting on in age,
plucked from his tree and cast to the ground.

14 thoughts on “Fall

  1. I am going to comment again in the hopes that this time it shows up. Although I forgot what I originally said. This was so bleak with the poet lying immobilized by the fall. It demonstrates how quickly things can change. One wrong move and you’re down.

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    • It’s a golden oldie, Jane. I think I have read it in Molly’s. At my age, a fall is to be feared. “Cada pie mal puesto es una caida, cada caida es un precipicio>> Luis de Gongora (1627) “Every false step is a fall and every fall is a precipice.” The years go by, but the vicissitudes of old age don’t change much for those who endure them.

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  2. I loved this.
    he cannot stand but lies there in the chill
    evening wind, a lone leaf, getting on in age,
    plucked from his tree and cast to the ground.

    Bittersweet and beautiful. (I was on the topic of trees today also…Lol)

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