Christmas is coming, my friends and I are so excited, because we have planed something fun on Christmas Eve. We are going to spend the time together and counting the time.
All feelings that concentrate you and lift you up are pure; only that feeling is impure which grasps just one side of your being and thus distorts you.
I want to talk to you again for a little while, dear Mr. Kappus, although there is almost nothing I can say that will help you, and I can hardly find one useful word.
It is the best poem of yours that you have let me read. And now I am giving you this copy because I know that it is important and full of new experience to rediscover a work of one's own in someone el
Rome
December 23, 1903
My dear Mr. Kappus,
I don't want you to be without a greeting from me when Christmas comes and when you, in the midst of the holiday, are bearing your solitude more hea
Worpswede, near Bremen July 16, 1903 About ten days ago I left Paris, tired and quite sick, and traveled to this great northern plain, whose vastness and silence and sky ought to make me well again. B
Viareggio, near Pisa (Italy) April 23, 1903 You gave me much pleasure, dear Sir, with your Easter letter; for it brought much good news of you, and the way you spoke about Jacobsen's great and beloved
Letter Two Viareggio, near Pisa (Italy) April 5, 1903 You must pardon me, dear Sir, for waiting until today to gratefully remember your letter of February 24. I have been unwell all this time, not rea
It's a book you'll read countless times and each time will seem like the first time. Letters To A Young Poet are ten letters written to a young man about to enter the German military. His name was Fra