It trembled so, the wind set it sailing
it trembled so, how could it not yield to the wind
far beyond
the sea
...
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It is remarkable how a poem will just reach out and put its hand around your throat and make you gasp at its beauty and its truth.
There is an uncontrollable drifting, a yearning, an unknowing - all encapsulated in one leaf's wayward journey. The images throughout summon a deep solitude.
Trembling shaking leaf ends its journey in a sought after unknown. Beautiful poem.
Seems a ship is like the leaf of a poplar because the sea is so big and the ship is so small; so many reasons why It trembled so, ... It trembled so.
Simply amazing. Though, I believe the translator, or whoever posted it, has made an error of grammar on the eighth line.