{"id":3898,"date":"2022-07-14T10:23:09","date_gmt":"2022-07-14T14:23:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3898"},"modified":"2022-07-14T10:23:10","modified_gmt":"2022-07-14T14:23:10","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-185","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/07\/14\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-185\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #185"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/07\/P4080764-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3900\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The other day at work we were talking about where we would live if money, jobs, and family connections were not a consideration. I said I would like to have two homes. That sounds extravagant but both homes would be small. I want a small home in the country on the edge of a meadow with woods and a brook nearby. I also want an apartment in a city in the U.K. When life gets to be too much for me in one location I can switch to the other. Two very different lives in two very different locations. Today&#8217;s poet understands that desire. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gerald Locklin was an American poet, a professor, and the poetry editor of <em>Chiron Review.<\/em> He published about 150 books and thousands of poems. Many were translated and read around the world. He died last year from Covid. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">(for edward field)\n\ni envy those\nwho live in two places:\nnew york, say, and london;\nwales and spain;\nl.a. and paris;\nhawaii and switzerland.\n\nthere is always the anticipation\nof the change, the chance that what is wrong\nis the result of where you are. i have\nalways loved both the freshness of\narriving and the relief of leaving. with\ntwo homes every move would be a homecoming.\ni am not even considering the weather, hot\nor cold, dry or wet: i am talking about hope.\n\nwhere we are\nGerald Locklin<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other day at work we were talking about where we would live if money, jobs, and family connections were not a consideration. I said I would like to have two homes. That sounds extravagant but both homes would be small. I want a small home in the country on the edge of a meadow with woods and a brook nearby. I also want an apartment in a city in the U.K. When life gets to be too much for me in one location I can switch to the other. Two very different lives in two very different locations. Today&#8217;s poet understands that desire. Gerald Locklin was an American poet, a professor, and the poetry editor of Chiron Review. He published about 150 books and thousands of poems. Many were translated and read around the world. He died last year from Covid. (for edward field) i envy those who live in two places: new york, say, and london; wales and spain; l.a. and paris; hawaii and switzerland. there is always the anticipation of the change, the chance that what is wrong is the result of where you are. i have always loved both the freshness of arriving and the relief of leaving. with two homes every move would be a homecoming. i am not even considering the weather, hot or cold, dry or wet: i am talking about hope. where we are Gerald Locklin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3900,"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-3898","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\/3898","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=3898"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3898\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3902,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3898\/revisions\/3902"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3900"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3898"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3898"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3898"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}