Years ago, in a time of considerable personal grief, I read Rilke in Bly’s translation. Looking again at Herbsttag, which he translates as October Day, I found I remembered it very well because of the lines: Whoever has no house by now will not build. Whoever is alone now will remain alone….(trans. Bly) I had [...]
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