Non sense! She’s justly famous justly for what Jorge dares to call “that falling leaf bit”. I hope I’m not offending any one here but as Max Beerboom said wisely:

“Good sense about trivialities is better than nonsense about things that matter.”

  A  Autumn leaf falling from a tree might be trivial but her acount of the evento gives one more insight about the aesthetic experience than many jargonized pages I’ve read about it. Besides it’s poetic prose or prosa poetica at it’s best’s best.

 For the benefit of those nonfamiliar with the passage, here it goes:

“ Our leaf falls. It detaches itself with a little plopping sound from its place high up in the tree. It is read and golden. It plunges straight down through the tree and then hesitates and hovers fro a while just below the lowest branches. The sun catches it and it glitters with mist and dew. It now descends in a leisurely arc and lingers for another moment before it finally settles on the ground.”

        “You witness the whole occurrence. Something about it makes you catch your breath. The town, the village, the garden around you sink into oblivion. There is a pause in time. The chain of your thoughts is severed. The red and golden tints of the leaf, the graceful form of the arc described by its descent fill the whole of your consciousness, fill your soul to the brim. It is as though you existed in order to gaze at this leaf falling, and if you had other preoccupations and other purposes you have forgotten them. You do not know how long this lasts, it may be only an instant, but there is a quality of timelessness, a quality of eternity about it. You have had an aesthetic experience.”