Wallace Stevens - Lebensweisheitspielerei lyrics

Weaker and weaker, the sunlight falls In the afternoon. The proud and the strong Have departed. Those that are left are the unaccomplished, The finally human, Natives of a dwindled sphere. Their indigence is an indigence That is an indigence of the light, A stellar pallor that hangs on the threads. Little by little, the poverty Of autumnal space becomes A look, a few words spoken. Each person completely touches us With what he is and as he is, In the stale grandeur of annihilation.