Age of Jahiliyah

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Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke

Lord: it is time. Great was the summer’s feast.

Now lay upon the sun-dials your shadow

And on the meadows have the winds released.

Command the last of fruits to round their shapes;

Grant two more days of south for vines to carry,

To their perfection thrust them on, and harry

The final sweetness into heavy grapes.

Who has not built his house, will not start now.

Who now is by himself will long be so,

Be wakeful, read, write lengthy letters, go

In vague disquiet pacing up and down

Denuded lanes, with leaves adrift below.

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