Ingeborg Bachmann - 'Mein Vogel' 1961 / CC Deutsch, English 

Eine Ode an das Schreiben! "Wenn ich befeuert bin in der Nacht, knistert's im dunklen Bestand, und der Funke schlägt aus mir Wenn ich befeuert bleibe wie ich bin und vom Feuer geliebt" Zeilen die mit ihrem Tod eine erschreckende Konnotation erhalten

In diesem Text kommt ihre ungeheure Sprachkraft besonders zur Geltung....

Sie und ihre Poesie hatten etwas unglaublich Anziehendes.

My Bird by Ingeborg Bachmann Whatever comes to pass: the devastated world sinks back into twilight, the forest offers it a sleeping potion, and from the tower the watchman’s forsaken, peaceful and constant the eyes of the owl stare down. Whatever comes to pass: you know your time, my bird, you put on your veil and fly through the mist to me. We peer into the haze where the rabble houses. Yon follow my nod and storm out in a whirl of feathers and fur- My ice-gray shoulder companion, my weapon, adorned with that feather, my only weapon! My only finery: your veil and your feather. And even when my skin burns in the needle dance beneath the tree, and the hip-high shrubs tempt me with their spicy leaves, when my curls dart like snake tongues, sway and long for moisture, the dust of distant stars still falls right on my hair. When I, in a helmet of smoke, come back to my senses. my bird, my nighttime ally, when I’m ablaze in the night the dark grove crackles and I hammer the sparks from my limbs. And when I stay ablaze as I am, loved by the flame until the resin streams out of the trunks, drips over the wounds and spins the earth warm into thread (and though you rob my heart at night, my bird of belief, my bird of faith!) the watchtower moves into brightness where you, tranquil now, alight in magnificent peace- whatever comes to pass. -translated from the German by Mark Anderson

Schöne Stimme

Ingeborg's *Malina* about a woman in postwar Vienna has been reprinted as a Penguin Classic: I can't wait to start reading it having only ever read a collection of her short stories. She died in Rome after receiving third-degree burns in a house fire.

So außerordentlich wahr Und ergreifend, danke.