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And the fall sun sinks soon,
And the day draws to its dark end,
and the feet give up the gray walk,
no longer lingering, light gone,
and I am here and do not go home.
Annie Finch, from Spells: New & Selected Poems; “Another Reluctance,”
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And every year there is a brief, startling moment / When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and / Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless / Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air: / It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies; / It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
Edward Hirsch, closing lines to “Fall,” The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems, 1975-2010 (Random House, 2010)
Sasha Pivovarova by Mikael Jansson in Call of the Wild for Vogue US September 2014
