Analysis of The last of homer

Today the season called autumn begins.

As the leaves began to fall
and me an Old Man
my thoughts also began to fall
and I would like to speak this once
to autumn -- about autumn.

It doesn't continue on from here...
I am abandoned, one after the other,
like the World
by the Grand hallucinations of Genesis
the metaphors...
the allegories...
the symbols...

They return to Greece with life
and leave me with death in Troy.

That is why I move along behind them
to see at long last one clean day
bringing thus this Epic to a definitive close
and with Classical diction find a measure of happiness
because Happiness is the Divine Cause
even for its own Beginning.

But I'm afraid
that for the Modern critics of the Future
to whom
autumn may arrive
as eternal dark
my words about autumn -- to autumn
as if nothing was going on
might then be incorporated into a chapter
of the Iliad or the Odyssey
and thus its better if... I grow still.

Translation by PHILIP RAMP