{"id":10687,"date":"2022-01-28T14:10:22","date_gmt":"2022-01-28T12:10:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10687"},"modified":"2022-01-28T14:10:23","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T12:10:23","slug":"nachtvision-night-vision-vedere-nocturna","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10687","title":{"rendered":"NACHTVISION \/ NIGHT VISION \/ VEDERE NOCTURNA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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NACHTVISION \/ NIGHT VISION \/ VEDERE NOCTURNA<\/p>\n


in memoriam Ingeborg Bachmann<\/p>\n


Vergessen
der alte Zugang zum Erzstollen,
auf den W\u00e4nden
spielten
die Lichter der Fackeln, der
Grubenlaternen,
der flammende Bergsee.
Zerfuhrwerkt
der Weg \u00fcber Land zu dem Garten
der Pfade,
die sich verflechten,
fr\u00f6hlich, ohne
Entrinnbarkeit.
Mit zarter, mit rauer Rinde
die B\u00e4ume,
erklimmbar, von Fr\u00fcchten
schwer.
Verklungen
der Name des dunklen K\u00f6rpers
haltend das Taubenei, so
zerbrechlich.
Verzehrend der Blick sich in
dieser schneidenden
Luft.<\/p>\n

ROLAND ERB
…………..<\/p>\n

VEDERE NOCTURN\u0102<\/p>\n


\u00een amintirea lui Ingeborg Bachmann<\/p>\n


Uitat\u0103
vechea intrare \u00een galeria de minereu,
luminile tor\u021belor
jucandu-se pe pereti,
felinarele minei,
lacul de munte \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri.
Distrus drumul peste pamant
spre gr\u0103dina potecilor
care se \u00eempletesc, vesele, f\u0103r\u0103
sc\u0103pare.
Cu tandre\u021be, cu scoar\u021b\u0103 aspr\u0103
copacii,
c\u0103\u021b\u0103r\u0103tori,
grei de fructe.
A p\u0103lit
numele trupului \u00eentunecat
\u021binand \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 oul de porumbel, at\u00e2t
de fragil.
Consum\u00e2nd privirea
\u00een acest aer
p\u0103trunz\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

…………..<\/p>\n

NIGHT VISION<\/p>\n


in memory of Ingeborg Bachmann<\/p>\n


Forgotten
the old entrance to the ore gallery,
on the walls
played
the lights of the torches, the
pit lanterns,
the flaming mountain lake.
Destroyed
the way over the land to the garden
of paths
that intertwine
joyous without
escape.
With delicate, rough bark
the trees,
climbable, heavy
with fruit.
Faded
the name of the dark body
holding the dove egg, so
fragile.
Consuming the gaze in
this piercing
air.<\/p>\n


traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[39],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10687","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-roland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10687","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10687"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10687\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10689,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10687\/revisions\/10689"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10687"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10687"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}