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“It should either have passed away with my childhood, or my childhood should have flowed away from it later, leaving it behind, real among all the rest of reality, something to see and objectively tell, like a thing in Cezanne, incomprehensible for all I care, but tangible.”

Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke

Work

Letters on Cézanne

This book compiles letters that delve into the analysis and appreciation of Paul Cézanne's art, offering insights into the artist's techniques and influences. more

Author

Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke

German poet known for his profound poetry and epistolary works. Rainer Maria Rilke's poetry style is unique, often exploring themes such as loneliness, love, and religious faith. more

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