from Autumn Day
By Rainer Maria Rilke
...
Whoever has no home now will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.
--Version based on a translation by Stephen Mitchell ~ Book
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