To Autumn
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To Autumn
Es ist später Abend in unserm Stadtwald, leise wispert das Laub in der lauen Sommerluft und aus der Ferne tönt das Geschwirr der Feldgrillen bis unter die Bäume.
Gustav Freytag • Die verlorene Handschrift. Erster Band: Buch 1 (German Edition)
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vimeo.comA beautiful poem by Mary Oliver. The last line is 🔥
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the... See more