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While in 2017, when World War 1 raged through Europe, D.H. Lawrence published the poem «Autumn Rain», 113 years later we face the dreadful waves of Covid-19 raging through most parts of the world.

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The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;

the cloud sheaves
in heaven’s fields set
droop and are drown

in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face

falling – I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace

heaven’s muffled floor
winds that tread
out all the grain

of tears, the store
harvested
in the sheaves of pain

caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
people that are slain

now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible

of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible
falling as rain

D.H. Lawrence

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© 2020, photos Uster and Goms
Note, the poem was slightly changed to modern circumstances