The autumn leaf that’s falling through your mind
Has fallen through a million minds before,
And will fall on through countless millions more,
Like countless million others of its kind –
The gingko here, and there the sycamore –
Eternally free-falling, unconfined
By any web of human thought designed
To make it fall more freely than before.
Why then the wish to endlessly unwind
One’s own small skein of thought, to put before
A world that does not need one poem more?
Why must the failure be once more defined?
Why add another sentence to the score?
– Go ask the forest what the leaves are for.
First published in The Spectator, 20 November 1993
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