{"id":30605,"date":"2020-12-01T12:22:28","date_gmt":"2020-12-01T20:22:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/?p=30605"},"modified":"2025-01-09T13:31:48","modified_gmt":"2025-01-09T21:31:48","slug":"memory-of-marie-a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/memory-of-marie-a\/","title":{"rendered":"Memory of Marie A"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/books\/edition\/Recovering_the_Orient\/8g9u835pi0kC?hl=en&#038;gbpv=1&#038;bsq=remembering%20marie%20a\">Bertold Brecht<\/a><\/p>\n<p><code>One day in blue-moon September,<br \/>\nSilent under a plum tree,<br \/>\nI held her, my silent pale love<br \/>\nin my arms like a fair and lovely dream.<br \/>\nAbove us in the summer skies,<br \/>\nWas a cloud that caught my eye.<br \/>\nIt was so white and high up,<br \/>\nand when I looked up, it was no longer there.<\/p>\n<p>And since that moment, many a September<br \/>\nCame sailing in, then floated down the stream.<br \/>\nNo doubt the plum trees were cut down for timber<br \/>\nAnd if you ask what happened to my dream<br \/>\nI shall reply: I cannot now remember<br \/>\nThough what you have in mind I surely know.<br \/>\nAnd yet her face: I really don't recall it.<br \/>\nI just recall I kissed long ago.<\/p>\n<p>Even the kiss would have been long forgotten<br \/>\nIf that white cloud had not been in the sky.<br \/>\nI know the cloud, and shall know it forever,<br \/>\nIt was pure white and, oh, so very high.<br \/>\nPerhaps the plum trees still are there and blooming.<br \/>\nPerhaps that woman has seven children too.<br \/>\nBut that white cloud bloomed only for a moment:<br \/>\nWhen I looked up, it vanished in the blue. <\/code><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Original German:<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_64446\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-64446\" style=\"width: 771px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Marie-a-Brecht.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"771\" height=\"1495\" class=\"size-full wp-image-64446\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Marie-a-Brecht.jpg 771w, https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Marie-a-Brecht-155x300.jpg 155w, https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Marie-a-Brecht-258x500.jpg 258w, https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Marie-a-Brecht-768x1489.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 771px) 100vw, 771px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-64446\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Published 1920<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Bertold Brecht One day in blue-moon September, Silent under a plum tree, I held her, my silent pale love in my arms like a fair and lovely dream. Above us in the summer skies, Was a cloud that caught my eye. It was so white and high up, and when I looked up, it &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/memory-of-marie-a\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Memory of Marie A<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-30605","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"","error":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30605","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30605"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64448,"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30605\/revisions\/64448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.flyingpenguin.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}