Wiener Ansichten

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Ich muß den Ästheten eine niederschmetternde Mitteilung machen:
Alt-Wien war einmal neu.

Karl Kraus, 1874 - 1936

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Erinnerungen

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Es gibt Erinnerungen, die so golden sind, 

daß sie auch der ärmsten Gegenwart noch ihren Schimmer leihen.

Arthur Stahl, 1830 - 1876

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Erinnerung

Und du wartest, erwartest das Eine,
das dein Leben unendlich vermehrt;
das Mächtige, Ungemeine,
das Erwachen der Steine,
Tiefen, dir zugekehrt.

Es dämmern im Bücherständer
die Bände in Gold und Braun;
und du denkst an durchfahrene Länder,
an Bilder, an die Gewänder

wiederverlorener Fraun.
Und da weißt du auf einmal: das war es.
Du erhebst dich, und vor dir steht
eines vergangenen Jahres

Angst und Gestalt und Gebet.

Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926

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My North - A place I call home

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What is home if not that 'little corner of the earth' where the poet listened to the heartbeat of nature during his youth? One week ago I have visited this idyllic corner of Lower Saxony, where I was born and the beauty of nature all around there took my breath away. 

How brightly glistening in the sun

The woodland ivy plays!

While yonder beeches from their barks

Reflect his silver rays.

That sun surveys a lovely scene

From softly smiling skies;

And wildly through unnumbered trees

The wind of winter sighs:

Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,

And now in distance dies.

But give me back my barren hills

Where colder breezes rise;

Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees

Can yield an answering swell,

But where a wilderness of heath

Returns the sound as well.

For yonder garden, fair and wide,

With groves of evergreen,

Long winding walks, and borders trim,

And velvet lawns between;

Restore to me that little spot,

With grey walls compassed round,

Where knotted grass neglected lies,

And weeds usurp the ground.

Though all around this mansion high

Invites the foot to roam,

And though its halls are fair within --

Oh, give me back my HOME!

by Anne Bronté

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Autumn Garden

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"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November."

-   Rose G. Kingsley

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