{"id":11971,"date":"2020-12-13T09:22:23","date_gmt":"2020-12-13T09:22:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yoganauten.de\/?p=11971"},"modified":"2020-12-13T09:22:23","modified_gmt":"2020-12-13T09:22:23","slug":"hilda-bergmann","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/?p=11971","title":{"rendered":"Hilda Bergmann"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"figure\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.projekt-gutenberg.org\/bergmann\/stumding\/bilder\/bergmann.jpg\" alt=\"Hilda Bergmann\" width=\"321\" height=\"425\" vspace=\"30\" \/><\/div>\n<h1 class=\"vers\"><\/h1>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>DIE NACHT<\/h3>\n<h4 class=\"vers\">Den G\u00fcrtel des Orion um die H\u00fcften,<br \/>\ndes Siebengestirns Agraffe im Gewand,<br \/>\nschenk&#8216; ich der Welt den Glanz der Sternentriften,<br \/>\nder, einem grellen Tage unbekannt,<br \/>\ngeheimnisvoll das Dunkel \u00fcberspannt.<\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"vers\">Weit komm&#8216; ich her; erst wenn der Sonne Schleppe,<br \/>\nder Abendr\u00f6te Rosenflor, verblasst,<br \/>\nsteig&#8216; ich die Stufen meiner grauen Treppe,<br \/>\nder D\u00e4mmerung, hernieder ohne Hast<br \/>\nund l\u00f6se der Gesch\u00f6pfe Tageslast.<\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"vers\">Die im Geschirre unter Peitschen keuchten,<br \/>\ndie Ketten trugen, die ein Joch gedr\u00fcckt,<br \/>\nsie ruhn, sie l\u00e4cheln; ihre Stirnen leuchten;<br \/>\ndas B\u00fcndel Mensch, tief in den Staub geb\u00fcckt,<br \/>\nwird an den Tisch der Seligen entr\u00fcckt.<\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"vers\">Wohin ich komme, geht der Atem milder,<br \/>\nauf schwere Lider f\u00e4llt des Schlummers Flaum.<br \/>\nAus meinen offnen H\u00e4nden schwirren Bilder<br \/>\ngleich losgelassnen V\u00f6geln in den Raum<br \/>\nund, was der Tag verweigert, schenkt der Traum.<\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; DIE NACHT Den G\u00fcrtel des Orion um die H\u00fcften, des Siebengestirns Agraffe im Gewand, schenk&#8216; ich der Welt den Glanz der Sternentriften, der, einem grellen Tage unbekannt, geheimnisvoll das Dunkel \u00fcberspannt. Weit komm&#8216; ich her; erst wenn der Sonne Schleppe, der Abendr\u00f6te Rosenflor, verblasst, steig&#8216; ich die Stufen meiner grauen Treppe, der D\u00e4mmerung, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11971","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11971","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11971"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11971\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11992,"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11971\/revisions\/11992"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11971"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11971"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yoganauten.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11971"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}