So randomly today I started reading about the poet Rilke, and I stumbled across this poem:<\/p>\n
“Woman in Love”<\/p>\n
That is my window. Just now
\nI have so softly wakened.
\nI thought that I would float.
\nHow far does my life reach,
\nand where does the night begin<\/p>\n
I could think that everything
\nwas still me all around;
\ntransparent like a crystal’s
\ndepths, darkened, mute.<\/p>\n
I could keep even the stars
\nwithin me; so immense
\nmy heart seems to me; so willingly
\nit let him go again.<\/p>\n
whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold.
\nLike something strange, undreamt-of,
\nmy fate now gazes at me.<\/p>\n
For what, then, am I stretched out
\nbeneath this endlessness,
\nexuding fragrance like a meadow,
\nswayed this way and that,<\/p>\n
calling out and frightened
\nthat someone will hear the call,
\nand destined to disappear
\ninside some other life.<\/p>\n
Translated by Edward Snow<\/em><\/p>\n Now, I’m aware that this is a translation, but it’s still the first time I’ve ever seen “undreamt”… organically, shall we say. Without really looking for it.<\/p>\n (It’s still a lovely poem, isn’t it? Rilke wrote French poems as well as German, so I’ll have to dig those up sometime and just enjoy them.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So randomly today I started reading about the poet Rilke, and I stumbled across this poem: “Woman in Love” That is my window. Just now I have so softly wakened. I thought that I would float. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin I could think that everything was still […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[79],"class_list":["post-609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ramblings","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=609"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":916,"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions\/916"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}