“Autumn"
Again the wind
flakes gold-leaf from the trees
and the painting darkens—
as if a thousand penitents
kissed an icon
till it thinned
back to bare wood,
without diminishment."
Again the wind
flakes gold-leaf from the trees
and the painting darkens—
as if a thousand penitents
kissed an icon
till it thinned
back to bare wood,
without diminishment."
~Sara Addison Allen
The Paris ReviewIssue 109,
The Paris ReviewIssue 109,
Winter 1988”
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