The girls at the Snail like foreign-sounding speech, yes they do. MLE likes Scots accents, Julie likes German. <\/p>\n
Coincidentally, I can replicate a decent Scots accent (thanks to Dad) and I speak German (thanks to the White Oaks High School language curriculum).<\/p>\n
Julie asked me to say something beautiful to her in German yesterday, and I choked. I had this sudden overwhelming flashback to Sam, reciting Rilke to me over dinner, from memory. <\/p>\n
Ach, die G\u00c3\u00a4rten bist du, The girls at the Snail like foreign-sounding speech, yes they do. MLE likes Scots accents, Julie likes German. Coincidentally, I can replicate a decent Scots accent (thanks to Dad) and I speak German (thanks to the White Oaks High School language curriculum). Julie asked me to say something beautiful to her in German yesterday, and […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-524","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/524"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=524"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/524\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=524"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=524"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=524"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nach, ich sah sie mit solcher
\nHoffnung. Ein offenes Fenster
\nim Landhaus–, und du tratest beinahe
\nmir nachdenklich heran. Gassen fand ich,-
\ndu warst sie gerade gegangen,
\nund die Spiegel manchmal der L\u00c3\u00a4den der H\u00c3\u00a4ndler
\nwaren noch schwindlich von dir und gaben erschrocken
\nmein zu pl\u00c3\u00b6tzliches Bild. -Wer wei\u00c3\u0178, ob derselbe
\nVogel nicht hinklang durch uns
\ngestern, einzeln, im Abend?
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\nYou, Beloved, who are all
\nthe gardens I have ever gazed at,
\nlonging. An open window
\nin a country house-, and you almost
\nstepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-
\nyou had just walked down them and vanished.
\nAnd sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
\nwere still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
\nmy too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
\nbird echoed through both of us
\nyesterday, separate, in the evening…<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"