{"id":4309,"date":"2023-05-04T10:05:21","date_gmt":"2023-05-04T14:05:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4309"},"modified":"2023-05-04T10:05:22","modified_gmt":"2023-05-04T14:05:22","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-224","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2023\/05\/04\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-224\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #224"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/05\/sierra-nicole-narvaeth-Ywwb4gzWGik-unsplash-823x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4310\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@sierranarvaeth?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Sierra NiCole Narvaeth<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/crystal?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One of these centuries, my life is going to calm down and I am going to have time to write regular posts again. In the meantime, these poetry posts keep the blog ticking along. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My daughter is graduating from high school in a couple of weeks which is simply unbelievable. She should still be five years old and obsessively talking about dinosaurs. Well, the dinosaur part is true so at least I know she is still my little girl inside that grown-up exterior. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This week&#8217;s poem is written by Sara Teasedale. Teasedale wrote 7 books of poetry in her lifetime and was very popular with the public and critics. Her &#8220;well-crafted, lyrical poetry centered on a woman&#8217;s changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death.&#8221;<\/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\">No one worth possessing\nCan be quite possessed:\nLay that on your heart,\nMy young angry dear;\nThis truth, this hard and precious stone,\nLay it on your hot cheek,\nLet it hide your tear.\nHold it like a crystal\nWhen you are alone\nAnd gaze in the depths of the icy stone.\nLong, look long and you will be blessed:\nNo one worth possessing\nCan be quite possessed.\n\nAdvice to a Girl\nSara Teasdalev <\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of these centuries, my life is going to calm down and I am going to have time to write regular posts again. In the meantime, these poetry posts keep the blog ticking along. My daughter is graduating from high school in a couple of weeks which is simply unbelievable. She should still be five years old and obsessively talking about dinosaurs. Well, the dinosaur part is true so at least I know she is still my little girl inside that grown-up exterior. This week&#8217;s poem is written by Sara Teasedale. Teasedale wrote 7 books of poetry in her lifetime and was very popular with the public and critics. Her &#8220;well-crafted, lyrical poetry centered on a woman&#8217;s changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death.&#8221; No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed: Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed. 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