“I walk, walk, and your homeland is still everywhere around me, this wintry far-offness, I walk, walk, and have forgotten that I ever knew another country.”
—Rilke, The Worpswede Diary, 29 November 1900.
“I walk, walk, and your homeland is still everywhere around me, this wintry far-offness, I walk, walk, and have forgotten that I ever knew another country.”
—Rilke, The Worpswede Diary, 29 November 1900.