{"id":4244,"date":"2023-03-02T13:23:23","date_gmt":"2023-03-02T18:23:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4244"},"modified":"2023-03-02T13:23:24","modified_gmt":"2023-03-02T18:23:24","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-216","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2023\/03\/02\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-216\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #216"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Our internet was out this morning so I wasn’t able to write and publish this post. Then, when I got home from taking my husband to a doctor’s appointment, I couldn’t find a poem I wanted to use. I have a long list bookmarked but somehow none of them were right for today. Then I found this Ogden Nash poem and read it aloud to my husband. It made us both laugh. If my husband could write poetry then I think this is the poem he would write. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Though you know it anyhow\nListen to me, darling, now,\nProving what I need not prove\nHow I know I love you, love.\nNear and far, near and far,\nI am happy where you are;\nLikewise I have never larnt\nHow to be happy where you aren't.\nFar and wide, far and wide,\nI can walk with you beside;\nFurthermore, I tell you what,\nI sit and sulk where you are not.\nVisitors remark my frown\nWhere you're upstairs and I am down,\nYes, and I'm afraid I pout\nWhen I'm indoors and you are out;\nBut how contentedly I view\nAny room containing you.\nIn fact I care not where you be,\nJust as long as it's with me.\nIn all your absences I glimpse\nFire and flood and trolls and imps.\nIs your train a minute slothful?\nI goad the stationmaster wrothful.\nWhen with friends to bridge you drive\nI never know if you're alive,\nAnd when you linger late in shops\nI long to telephone the cops.\nYet how worth the waiting for,\nTo see you coming through the door.\nSomehow, I can be complacent\nNever but with you adjacent.\nNear and far, near and far,\nI am happy where you are;\nLikewise I have never larnt\nHow to be it where you aren't.\nThen grudge me not my fond endeavor,\nTo hold you in my sight forever;\nLet none, not even you, disparage\nSuch a valid reason for a marriage.\n\nTin Wedding Whistle\nOgden Nash<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Our internet was out this morning so I wasn’t able to write and publish this post. Then, when I got home from taking my husband to a doctor’s appointment, I couldn’t find a poem I wanted to use. I have a long list bookmarked but somehow none of them were right for today. Then I found this Ogden Nash poem and read it aloud to my husband. It made us both laugh. If my husband could write poetry then I think this is the poem he would write. Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I love you, love. Near and far, near and far, I am happy where you are; Likewise I have never larnt How to be happy where you aren’t. Far and wide, far and wide, I can walk with you beside; Furthermore, I tell you what, I sit and sulk where you are not. Visitors remark my frown Where you’re upstairs and I am down, Yes, and I’m afraid I pout When I’m indoors and you are out; But how contentedly I view Any room containing you. In fact I care not where you be, Just as long as it’s with me. In all your absences I glimpse Fire and flood and trolls and imps. Is your train a minute slothful? I goad the stationmaster wrothful. When with friends to bridge you drive I never know if you’re alive, And when you linger late in shops I long to telephone the cops. Yet how worth the waiting for, To see you coming through the door. Somehow, I can be complacent Never but with you adjacent. Near and far, near and far, I am happy where you are; Likewise I have never larnt How to be it where you aren’t. Then grudge me not my fond endeavor, To hold you in my sight forever; Let none, not even you, disparage Such a valid reason for a marriage. Tin Wedding Whistle Ogden Nash<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4245,"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-4244","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\/4244","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=4244"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4244\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4247,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4244\/revisions\/4247"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4245"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4244"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4244"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4244"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}