Who is Ingeborg Bachmann

Ingeborg Bachmann (25 June 1926 – 17 October 1973) was an Austrian poet and author.

Biography 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 ...
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Ingeborg Bachmann Poems

  • Nebelland
    Im Winter ist meine Geliebte
    unter den Tieren des Waldes.
    Da� ich vor Morgen zurückmu�,
    wei� die Füchsin und lacht. ...
  • Bruderschaft
    Each and every thing cuts wounds,
    and neither of us has forgiven the other.
    Hurting like you and hurtful,
    I lived towards you. ...
  • Easter Zunday
    Last Easter Jim put on his blue
    Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new;
    Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass,
    That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass; ...
  • The Geate A-vallen To
    In the zunsheen of our zummers
    Wi' the hay time now a-come,
    How busy wer we out a-vield
    Wi' vew a-left at hwome, ...
  • Menschenlos
    Verwunschnes Wolkenschloß, in dem wir treiben...
    Wer weiß, ob wir nicht schon durch viele Himmel
    so ziehen mit verglasten Augen?
    Wir, in die Zeit verbannt ...
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  • Silicone_angel: finishing up a girls story by annie ernaux then i’m finally going to read malina by ingeborg bachmann w my lover
  • Gplewis: “once one has survived something then survival itself interferes with understanding, and you don't even know which lives came before and which is your life of today, you even mix up your own lives.” ― ingeborg bachmann, malina
  • Armenotti: nostalgia? no, something else, sometimes an inexplicable sadness. ingeborg bachmann, from word for word in “three paths to the lake: stories” [translated by mary fran gilbert]
  • Fkittlerbot: the billion-dollar business called software is nothing more beautiful under the sun wrote ingeborg bachmann from the corpse.
  • Seventydys: between roses and shadows ingeborg bachmann, ‘shadows roses shadow’, tr peter filkins
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