{"id":3626,"date":"2021-12-02T08:40:33","date_gmt":"2021-12-02T13:40:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3626"},"modified":"2021-12-02T08:40:40","modified_gmt":"2021-12-02T13:40:40","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-157","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2021\/12\/02\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-157\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #157"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Carol Ann Duffy is one of my favorite discoveries over the last few years of posting poetry. I have found that I especially enjoy poetry that sounds as if someone is simply talking to me. I think, for me, that is the best thing about poetry. It seems to say the things we all think but in words we can never find. When I first started posting a poem a week I thought poetry wasn’t really for me and it would be a short-lived project. Now, 157 poems later, the range of poetry I like continues to expand. Maybe I should take up art appreciation next. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I'll take your hand, the left,\nand ask that it still have life\nto hold my hand, the right, \nas I walk alone where we walked,\nor to lie all night on my breast,\nat rest, or to stop all talk with a finger\npressed to my lips.\n\nI'll take your lips,\nask, when I close my eyes, as though\nin prayer, that they ripen out of the air\nto be there again on mine,\nor to say my name, or to smile, or to kiss\nthe sleep from my eyes. I'll take\n\nyour eyes,\nnohting like, lovelier under, the sun,\nand ask that they wake to see, to look\nat me, even to cry, so long as I feel their tears\non your face, warm rain on a rose.\n\nYour face I'll take, asleep, ask that I learn,\nby heart, the tip of your nose; or awake, and ask\nthat I touch with my tongue the soft buds of the lobes \nof your ears\n\nand I'll take them, too\nask that they feel my breath shape\ninto living words, that they hear.\n\nI'll take your breath\nand ask that it comes and goes, comes and goes, forever,\n\nlike the blush under your cheek, and I'll even settle for that. Whatever.\n\nWhatever\nCarol Ann Duffy<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Carol Ann Duffy is one of my favorite discoveries over the last few years of posting poetry. I have found that I especially enjoy poetry that sounds as if someone is simply talking to me. I think, for me, that is the best thing about poetry. It seems to say the things we all think but in words we can never find. When I first started posting a poem a week I thought poetry wasn’t really for me and it would be a short-lived project. Now, 157 poems later, the range of poetry I like continues to expand. Maybe I should take up art appreciation next. I’ll take your hand, the left, and ask that it still have life to hold my hand, the right, as I walk alone where we walked, or to lie all night on my breast, at rest, or to stop all talk with a finger pressed to my lips. I’ll take your lips, ask, when I close my eyes, as though in prayer, that they ripen out of the air to be there again on mine, or to say my name, or to smile, or to kiss the sleep from my eyes. I’ll take your eyes, nohting like, lovelier under, the sun, and ask that they wake to see, to look at me, even to cry, so long as I feel their tears on your face, warm rain on a rose. Your face I’ll take, asleep, ask that I learn, by heart, the tip of your nose; or awake, and ask that I touch with my tongue the soft buds of the lobes of your ears and I’ll take them, too ask that they feel my breath shape into living words, that they hear. I’ll take your breath and ask that it comes and goes, comes and goes, forever, like the blush under your cheek, and I’ll even settle for that. Whatever. Whatever Carol Ann Duffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3627,"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-3626","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\/3626","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=3626"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3626\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3629,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3626\/revisions\/3629"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3627"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3626"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3626"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3626"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}