{"id":4052,"date":"2022-09-29T11:24:15","date_gmt":"2022-09-29T15:24:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4052"},"modified":"2022-09-30T10:19:10","modified_gmt":"2022-09-30T14:19:10","slug":"a-poem-or-a-thursday-196","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/09\/29\/a-poem-or-a-thursday-196\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem For a Thursday #196"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Lisel Mueller was born in 1924 in Hamburg, Germany. She and her family were forced to flee from the Nazis when Mueller was 15. They settled in the United States. Mueller’s father was a professor at the University of Evansville which Mueller attended. She published a number of volumes of poetry, one of which won the Pulitzer Prize. Her work as a translator was also widely respected. Mueller’s work “has been praised for its quiet moments of domestic drama, and its ability to speak to the experiences of family and semi-rural life.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The modern biographers worry\n\"how far it went,\" their tender friendship.\nThey wonder just what it means\nwhen he writes he thinks of her constantly,\nhis guardian angel, beloved friend.\nThe modern biographers ask\nthe rude, irrelevant question\nof our age, as if the event\nof two bodies meshing together\nestablishes the degree of love,\nforgetting how softly Eros walked\nin the nineteenth century, how a hand\nheld overlong or a gaze anchored\nin someone's eyes could unseat a heart,\nand nuances of address not known\nin our eglitarian language\ncould make the redolent air\ntremble and shimmer with the heat\nof possibility. Each time I hear\nthe Intermezzi, sad\nand lavish in their tenderness,\nI imagine the two of them\nsitting in a garden \namong late-blooming roses\nand dark cascades of leaves,\nletting the landscape speak for them,\nleaving us nothing to overhear.\n\nRomantics\nJohannes Brahms and Clara Schumann\nLisel Mueller<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lisel Mueller was born in 1924 in Hamburg, Germany. She and her family were forced to flee from the Nazis when Mueller was 15. They settled in the United States. Mueller’s father was a professor at the University of Evansville which Mueller attended. She published a number of volumes of poetry, one of which won the Pulitzer Prize. Her work as a translator was also widely respected. Mueller’s work “has been praised for its quiet moments of domestic drama, and its ability to speak to the experiences of family and semi-rural life.” The modern biographers worry “how far it went,” their tender friendship. They wonder just what it means when he writes he thinks of her constantly, his guardian angel, beloved friend. The modern biographers ask the rude, irrelevant question of our age, as if the event of two bodies meshing together establishes the degree of love, forgetting how softly Eros walked in the nineteenth century, how a hand held overlong or a gaze anchored in someone’s eyes could unseat a heart, and nuances of address not known in our eglitarian language could make the redolent air tremble and shimmer with the heat of possibility. Each time I hear the Intermezzi, sad and lavish in their tenderness, I imagine the two of them sitting in a garden among late-blooming roses and dark cascades of leaves, letting the landscape speak for them, leaving us nothing to overhear. Romantics Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann Lisel Mueller<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4053,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4052","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4052","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4052"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4052\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4055,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4052\/revisions\/4055"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4053"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4052"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4052"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4052"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}