September

I know that EP posted the same poem by Hermann Hesse a couple of days ago, but I told him about it first! Strauss set the poem to music, and it is one of my favorite Lieder. It describes these last days so perfectly, it's as if it were written for me:

September
Der Garten trauert,
kühl sinkt in die Blumen der Regen.
Der Sommer schauert
still seinem Ende entgegen.

Golden tropft Blatt um Blatt
nieder vom hohen Akazienbaum.
Sommer lächelt erstaunt und matt
in den sterbenden Gartentraum.

Lange noch bei den Rosen
bleibt er stehn, sehnt sich nach Ruh,
langsam tut er
die müdgeword'nen Augen zu.

September
The garden is in mourning:
the rain falls cool among the flowers.
Summer shivers quietly
on its way toward its end.

Golden leaf after leaf
falls from the tall acacia.
Summer smiles, astonished, feeble,
in this dying dream of a garden.

For a long while, yet, in the roses
she will linger on, yearning for peace,
and slowly
close her weary eyes. 

Comments

[Trevor]

This is sweet and all...but there's nothing about food.

[Trevor]

are you back yet?

do we get a recap of your summer?

please make it exciting so you can rub my face in it.

[Maude]

What is going ON?