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The Sorrows of Young Werther (20)<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by J.W. von Goethe<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n JULY 16.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger, or my feet meet hers under the table! I draw back as if from a furnace; but a secret force impels me forward again, and my senses become disordered.<\/span><\/p>\n Her innocent, unconscious heart never knows what agony these little familiarities inflict upon me. Sometimes when we are talking she lays her hand upon mine, and in the eagerness of conversation comes closer to me, and her balmy breath reaches my lips,–when I feel as if lightning had struck me, and that I could sink into the earth. And yet, Wilhelm, with all this heavenly confidence,–if I know myself, and should ever dare–you understand me. No, no! my heart is not so corrupt, it is weak, weak enough but is not that a degree of corruption?<\/span><\/p>\n She is to me a sacred being. All passion is still in her presence: I cannot express my sensations when I am near her. I feel as if my soul beat in every nerve of my body. There is a melody which she plays on the piano with angelic skill,–so simple is it, and yet so spiritual! It is her favourite air; and, when she plays the first note, all pain, care, and sorrow disappear from me in a moment.<\/span><\/p>\n I believe every word that is said of the magic of ancient music. How her simple song enchants me! Sometimes, when I am ready to commit suicide, she sings that air; and instantly the gloom and madness which hung over me are dispersed, and I breathe freely again.<\/span><\/p>\n The Sorrows of Young Werther (Die Leiden des jungen Werther) by J.W. von Goethe. Translated by R.D. Boylan.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n To be continued<\/span><\/p>\n fleursdumal.nl magazine for art & literature<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Sorrows of Young Werther (20) by J.W. von Goethe JULY 16. How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger, or my feet meet hers under the table! I draw back as if from a furnace; but a secret force impels me forward again, and my senses become disordered. Her innocent, unconscious […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[680,208],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71919","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-die-leiden-des-jungen-werther","category-johann-wolfgang-von-goethe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71919","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71919"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71919\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72050,"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71919\/revisions\/72050"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"werther10\"](\"https:\/\/fleursdumal.nl\/mag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/werther10.jpg\")
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