There are many deep and sad, even some morbid poems about autumn in German. They are often considered amongst the most beautiful of German poems, which says something about Germans, I suppose. The title of this post is actually the start of one of the … Continue reading The Time Has Come
To float, to fly – to fly, perchance to drop – ay, there’s the rub, for where to land and lay and whither in the bitter cold?
“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing
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