autumn
Lord, it is time. The summer was very big.
Lay your shadow on the sundials,
and on the meadows let the winds.
Command the last fruits to be full;
Give them two more southern days, urge them to complete
and
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Who has no house now will not build more.
Who is alone now will remain so long to read watch is
, write long letters
and the avenues, up and down
wander restlessly, when the leaves.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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