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“But now it is so suddenly, overtakingly autumn, here at least. I see from unaccustomed windows the tree-covered banks turning yellow, and the yellows, under the cold rain, are not increasing gradually but next-to-last tones are almost there, then will come the falling of the leaves. These rainy nights and this winter at the threshold—, and the widespread need suddenly contracts into my very own, into helplessness before my own tomorrow and day-after-tomorrow,—whither, whither?”
- Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Princess Marie von Thurn c. September 1915
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“But now it is so suddenly, overtakingly autumn, here at least. I see from unaccustomed windows the tree-covered banks turning yellow, and the yellows, under the cold rain, are not increasing gradually but next-to-last tones are almost there, then will come the falling of the leaves. These rainy nights and this winter at the threshold—, and the widespread need suddenly contracts into my very own, into helplessness before my own tomorrow and day-after-tomorrow,—whither, whither?”
- Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Princess Marie von Thurn c. September 1915
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