{"id":180,"date":"2018-11-08T13:22:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-08T13:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/11\/08\/a-poem-for-thursday-4_8\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T23:02:03","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T23:02:03","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-4_8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/11\/08\/a-poem-for-thursday-4_8\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #5"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Carol Ann Duffy is a Scottish poet and playwright. She was appointed Britain’s Poet Laureate in May of 2009. In describing her own writing she says she “likes to use simple words, but in a complicated way.”\u00a0 Here is a poem about Anne Hathaway, Shakespeare’s wife, to whom he willed his second best bed.<\/p>\n

“Item I gyve unto my wief\u00a0my second best bed…’<\/i>
\n(from Shakespeare’s will)
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\nThe bed we loved in was a spinning world<\/i>
\nof forests, castles,, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas<\/i>
\nwhere he could dive for pearls. My lover’s words<\/i>
\nwere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses<\/i>
\non these lips; my body now a softer rhyme<\/i>
\nto his, now echo, assonance; his touch<\/i>
\na verb dancing in the centre of a noun.<\/i>
\nSome nights I dreamed he’d written me, the bed<\/i>
\na page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance<\/i>
\nand drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.<\/i>
\nIn the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,<\/i>
\ndribbling their prose. My living laughing love –<\/i>
\nI hold him in the casket of my widow’s head<\/i>
\nas he held me upon that next best bed.<\/i><\/p>\n

Anne Hathaway
\nCarol Ann Duffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Jordan Bauer\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash Carol Ann Duffy is a Scottish poet and playwright. She was appointed Britain’s Poet Laureate in May of 2009. In describing her own writing she says she “likes to use simple words, but in a complicated way.”\u00a0 Here is a poem about Anne Hathaway, Shakespeare’s wife, to whom he willed his second best bed. “Item I gyve unto my wief\u00a0my second best bed…’ (from Shakespeare’s will) The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles,, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas where he could dive for pearls. My lover’s words were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme to his, now echo, assonance; his touch a verb dancing in the centre of a noun. Some nights I dreamed he’d written me, the bed a page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste. In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on, dribbling their prose. My living laughing love – I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head as he held me upon that next best bed. Anne Hathaway Carol Ann Duffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1474,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-180","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/180","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=180"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/180\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2643,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/180\/revisions\/2643"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}