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Ludwig Wittgenstein - Schiller writes in a letter [to...

Schiller writes in a letter [to Goethe, 17 December 1795] of a ‘poetic mood'. I think I know what he means, I think I am familiar with it myself. It is the mood of receptivity to nature and one in which one's thoughts seem as vivid as nature itself. (Ludwig Wittgenstein)

Schiller writes in a letter [to Goethe, 17 December 1795] of a ‘poetic mood'. I think I know what he means, I think I am familiar with it myself. It is the mood of receptivity to nature and one in which one's thoughts seem as vivid as nature itself.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

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