Ingeborg Bachmann Poems
- Stay Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing ...
- In The Storm Of Roses Wherever we turn in the storm of ...
- To The Sun More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her ...
- I Step Outside Myself I step outside myself, out of my ...
- Menschenlos Verwunschnes Wolkenschloß, in dem wir ...
- Every Day War is no longer declared, only continued. The ...
- Borrowed Time Harder days are coming. The loan of borrowed ...
Bachmann was born in Klagenfurt, in the Austrian state of Carinthia, the daughter of a headmaster. She studied philosophy, psychology, German philology, and law at the universities of Innsbruck, Graz, and Vienna. In 1949, she received her Doctor of Philosophy from the University of Vienna with her dissertation titled "The Critical Reception of the Existential Philosophy of Martin Heidegger," her thesis adviser was Victor Kraft.
After graduating, Bachmann worked as a scriptwriter and editor at the Allied radio station Rot-Weiss-Rot, a job that enabled her to obtain an overview of contemporary literature and also supplied her with a decent income, making possible proper ... more »
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Now the journey is ending,
the wind is losing heart.
Into your hands it's falling,
a rickety house of cards.
The cards are backed with pictures
displaying all the world.
You've stacked up all the images
and shuffled them with words.
And how profound the playing
that once again begins!
Stay, the card you're drawing
is the only world you'll win.