Rolf Dieter Brinkmann - Poem Before the Beginning of Winter lyrics

The sentences are slowly becoming heavier again. Maybe it's something in the air, or that I haven't gone away at the right time? The air is the same as yesterday. Yesterday it was full of falling rocks only today so the boulders arrive, the superfluous, the scream of a confused speech of hands and fingers. That goes by quickly. Faster than I thought. Straightaway it's winter, and the cafes are all closed.