Here's a little something

This is one of the first poems I've read, and one of the most beautiful. I don't know it's name though. I've translated it, as usual...
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Within me, is the time of Autumn
It is transparent and cool inside me
I am sad, but not inconsolable
I am filled with goodness and humbleness

And if I mess about sometimes
I do it only passingly
and there comes a simple and melancholic thought,
that messing about isn't the most important thing

Most important thing, is to be able to see
the world of you, upheavals and conflicts
in the nakedness of Autumn,
when you and the world are visible through it all

Ideas are the children of silence
It's not bad to keep your mouth shut occasionally
Calmly, we must undress all the sounds
because of the new leaves

I guess something has happened to me
I trust only in silence
where the leaves, falling upon each other
quietly turn to earth

And you see it all from the hill
when you know to throw the leaves in time
when the Autumn within, passionately,
presses it's air-like fingers upon your forehead

-Jevgeni Jevtusenko-