{"id":4281,"date":"2014-09-08T17:43:16","date_gmt":"2014-09-08T16:43:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=4281"},"modified":"2014-09-08T17:43:16","modified_gmt":"2014-09-08T16:43:16","slug":"in-den-nachmittag-geflustert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/?p=4281","title":{"rendered":"In den Nachmittag gefl\u00fcstert"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Sonne, herbstlich d\u00fcnn und zag,<br \/>\nUnd das Obst f\u00e4llt von den B\u00e4umen.<br \/>\nStille wohnt in blauen R\u00e4umen<br \/>\nEinen langen Nachmittag.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/14979226618\" title=\"Garten14 by Michael T., on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3878\/14979226618_11228ddb53.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"Garten14\"><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Sterbekl\u00e4nge von Metall;<br \/>\nUnd ein wei\u00dfes Tier bricht nieder.<br \/>\nBrauner M\u00e4dchen rauhe Lieder<br \/>\nSind verweht im Bl\u00e4tterfall.<\/p>\n<p>Stirne Gottes Farben tr\u00e4umt,<br \/>\nSp\u00fcrt des Wahnsinns sanfte Fl\u00fcgel.<br \/>\nSchatten drehen sich um H\u00fcgel<br \/>\nVon Verwesung schwarz ums\u00e4umt.<\/p>\n<p>D\u00e4mmerung voll Ruh und Werin;<br \/>\nTraurige Gitarren rinnen.<br \/>\nUnd zur milden Lampe drinnen<br \/>\nKehrst Du wie im Traume ein.<\/p>\n<p>(Georg Trakl)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/15162822671\" title=\"Garten13 by Michael T., on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3836\/15162822671_4c93118d95.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"Garten13\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mitue\/14993379209\" title=\"Garten by Michael T., on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5569\/14993379209_c18cbb390a.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"Garten\"><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sonne, herbstlich d\u00fcnn und zag, Und das Obst f\u00e4llt von den B\u00e4umen. Stille wohnt in blauen R\u00e4umen Einen langen Nachmittag. Sterbekl\u00e4nge von Metall; Und ein wei\u00dfes Tier bricht nieder. Brauner M\u00e4dchen rauhe Lieder Sind verweht im Bl\u00e4tterfall. Stirne Gottes Farben tr\u00e4umt, Sp\u00fcrt des Wahnsinns sanfte Fl\u00fcgel. Schatten drehen sich um H\u00fcgel Von Verwesung schwarz ums\u00e4umt. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[72,469,15],"class_list":["post-4281","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-berliner-umgebung","tag-konigs-wusterhausen","tag-georg-trakl","tag-zitat"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4281","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=4281"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4282,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4281\/revisions\/4282"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mitue.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}