{"id":2535,"date":"2012-02-05T18:34:51","date_gmt":"2012-02-05T17:34:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=2535"},"modified":"2012-02-05T18:36:06","modified_gmt":"2012-02-05T17:36:06","slug":"winter-in-pankow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=2535","title":{"rendered":"Winter in Pankow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"kalt von mitue bei Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/6821758151\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7026\/6821758151_0dfdfcaa8a.jpg\" alt=\"kalt\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Im Winter<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Der Acker leuchtet wei\u00df und kalt.<br \/>\nDer Himmel ist einsam und ungeheuer.<br \/>\nDohlen kreisen \u00fcber den Weiher<br \/>\nUnd J\u00e4ger steigen nieder vom Wald.<\/p>\n<p>Ein Schweigen in schwarzen Wipfeln wohnt.<br \/>\nEin Feuerschein huscht aus den H\u00fctten.<br \/>\nBisweilen schellt sehr fern ein Schlitten<br \/>\nUnd langsam steigt der graue Mond.<\/p>\n<p>Ein Wild verblutet sanft am Rain<br \/>\nUnd Raben pl\u00e4tschern in blutigen Gossen.<br \/>\nDas Rohr bebt gelb und aufgeschossen.<br \/>\nFrost, Rauch, ein Schritt im leeren Hain.<\/p>\n<p>(Georg Trakl)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a title=\"Aufbauhelferin von mitue bei Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/6824129747\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7016\/6824129747_29292b985c.jpg\" alt=\"Aufbauhelferin\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Im B\u00fcrgerpark von mitue bei Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/6824132083\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7005\/6824132083_5167e27b97.jpg\" alt=\"Im B\u00fcrgerpark\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Im Winter Der Acker leuchtet wei\u00df und kalt. Der Himmel ist einsam und ungeheuer. Dohlen kreisen \u00fcber den Weiher Und J\u00e4ger steigen nieder vom Wald. Ein Schweigen in schwarzen Wipfeln wohnt. Ein Feuerschein huscht aus den H\u00fctten. Bisweilen schellt sehr fern ein Schlitten Und langsam steigt der graue Mond. Ein Wild verblutet sanft am Rain [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[469,237],"class_list":["post-2535","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kunst-im-offentlichen-raum","tag-georg-trakl","tag-lyrik"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2535","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2535"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2535\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2538,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2535\/revisions\/2538"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2535"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2535"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2535"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}