Mister! It’s time. Summer was awesome.
But now you’ve got to cast your shadow on the old clock.
So, let the wind blow in the fields.
Command the last fruits to ripen.
Grant them two more southern days.
Press them to perfection.
And chase the last sweetness into the strong wine.
Because whoever has no house now will build no more.
Whoever is alone now will remain long alone
to wake, read, write long letters,
and wander in the alleys, back and forth,
restless, as the leaves flutter.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
(translation, Steven Gerard Wagner)
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Now that man could write! I know the back and forth restlessness of the season. Two beautiful autumn posts on one day – thanks!
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When we have a cold autumn day, all I can think of is Ezra Pound’s “Winter is acumin in, loudly sing Goddamn …”
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Spoken like a real Berkshireite, Barbara!
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