{"id":3666,"date":"2022-01-06T09:10:31","date_gmt":"2022-01-06T14:10:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3666"},"modified":"2022-01-06T09:10:33","modified_gmt":"2022-01-06T14:10:33","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-161","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/01\/06\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-161\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #161"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I came across today’s poem without the author’s name attached. I read it halfway through and just knew it had to be by Mary Oliver. Her style is so recognizable and beautiful. I have shared a lot of her poems over the last few years but I have actually exercised great self-restraint. There are dozens and dozens more I would love to use. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chunky and noisy,\nbut with stars in their black feathers,\nthey spring from the telephone wire\nand instantly\n\nthey are acrobats\nin the freezing wind.\nAnd now, in the theater of air,\nthey swing over buildings,\n\ndipping and rising;\nthey float like one stippled star \nthat opens,\nbecomes for a moment fragmented,\n\nthen closes again;\nand you watch\nand you try\nbut you simply can't imagine\n\nhow they do it\nwith no articulated instruction, no pause,\nonly the silent confirmation\nthat they are this notable thing,\n\nthis wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin\nover and over again,\nfull of gorgeous life.\n\nAh, world, what lessons you prepare for us,\neven in the leafless winter,\neven in the ashy city.\nI am thinking now\nof grief, and of getting past it;\n\nI feel my boots \ntrying to leave the ground,\nI feel my heart\npumping hard. I want\n\nto think again of dangerous and noble things.\nI want to be light and frolicsome.\nI want to be improbably beautiful and afraind of nothing\nas though I had wings.\n\nStarlings in Winter\nMary Oliver <\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I came across today’s poem without the author’s name attached. I read it halfway through and just knew it had to be by Mary Oliver. Her style is so recognizable and beautiful. I have shared a lot of her poems over the last few years but I have actually exercised great self-restraint. There are dozens and dozens more I would love to use. Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can’t imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbably beautiful and afraind of nothing as though I had wings. Starlings in Winter Mary Oliver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3667,"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-3666","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\/3666","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=3666"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3666\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3668,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3666\/revisions\/3668"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3667"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}