{"id":4098,"date":"2022-10-27T14:47:24","date_gmt":"2022-10-27T18:47:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4098"},"modified":"2022-10-27T14:47:25","modified_gmt":"2022-10-27T18:47:25","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-200","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/10\/27\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-200\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #200"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This is my 200th poetry post. When I started featuring poetry over four years ago I never imagined I would find 200 poems I liked. I never imagined I would own a selection of poetry books. I certainly never imagined that I would become someone who enjoyed poetry. I had always liked the occasional poem or two but poetry in general left me cold. The memory of high school English classes where we were forced to analyze line by line and discuss the meaning and motivation of every poem was definitely still influencing how I felt about poetry. However, I was reasonably sure I was missing out on something amazing because I didn’t fully appreciate poetry. I would still say I don’t fully appreciate poetry but I can say that there are at least 200 poems that I really, really like. Honestly, that makes me very happy. Maybe I can keep this going and find another 200 poems I like. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here is poem number 200. It is by Billy Collins and it says a lot about poetry and how people frequently approach it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I ask them to take a poem\nand hold it up to the light\nlike a color slide\n\nor press an ear against its hive.\n\nI say drop a mouse into a poem\nand watch him probe his way out,\n\nor walk inside the poem's room\nand feel the walls for a light switch.\n\nI want them to waterski\nacross the surface of a poem\nwaving at the author's name on the shore.\n\nBut all they want to do\nis tie the poem to a chair with rope\nand torture a confession out of it.\n\nThey begin beating it with a hose\nto find out what it really means. \n\nIntroduction to Poetry\nBilly Collins<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This is my 200th poetry post. When I started featuring poetry over four years ago I never imagined I would find 200 poems I liked. I never imagined I would own a selection of poetry books. I certainly never imagined that I would become someone who enjoyed poetry. I had always liked the occasional poem or two but poetry in general left me cold. The memory of high school English classes where we were forced to analyze line by line and discuss the meaning and motivation of every poem was definitely still influencing how I felt about poetry. However, I was reasonably sure I was missing out on something amazing because I didn’t fully appreciate poetry. I would still say I don’t fully appreciate poetry but I can say that there are at least 200 poems that I really, really like. Honestly, that makes me very happy. Maybe I can keep this going and find another 200 poems I like. Here is poem number 200. It is by Billy Collins and it says a lot about poetry and how people frequently approach it. I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means. Introduction to Poetry Billy Collins<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4099,"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-4098","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\/4098","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=4098"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4098\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4100,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4098\/revisions\/4100"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4099"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4098"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4098"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4098"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}