A yearning letterbox

A yearning letterbox

“This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, –
The simple news that nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!”

(E. Dickinson in This is my letter to the world)
Liège-Bressoux (B)

Resting chairs in autumn

“Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit,
als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten;
sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde.
Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde 

aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit.
Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt.
Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen.

Und doch ist Einer, welcher dieses Fallen 
unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.” 

(R.M. Rilke in Herbst)
Liège-Bressoux (B)

I have no chair

“No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.”

(Walt Whitman in I know I have the best of time and space)
Seraing (B)

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