We are rich: we have nothing to lose.

We are old: we have nowhere to rush.

We shall fluff the pillows of the past,

poke the embers of the days to come,

talk about what means the most,

as the indolent daylight fades.

We shall lay to rest our undying dead:

I shall bury you, you will bury me.

 - Vera Pavlova

 translated by Steven Seymour

Herbst (by ekaterina-koroleva:)