{"id":4611,"date":"2024-05-09T11:10:14","date_gmt":"2024-05-09T15:10:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4611"},"modified":"2024-05-09T11:10:16","modified_gmt":"2024-05-09T15:10:16","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-261","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2024\/05\/09\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-261\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #261"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dorothy Parker was a poet, critic, and satirist. She was known for “her caustic wit, and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.” I enjoy the way that her writing frequently has a bite in its tail. I have featured one of her poems previously. You can find it here.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My own dear love, he is strong and bold
     And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
     And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled\u2014
     Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world,\u2014
     And I wish I'd never met him.

My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
     And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
     And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
     As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams,\u2014\u2014
     And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,
     And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
     In the pathways of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
     Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart,\u2014
     And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Love Song 
Dorothy Parker<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dorothy Parker was a poet, critic, and satirist. She was known for “her caustic wit, and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.” I enjoy the way that her writing frequently has a bite in its tail. I have featured one of her poems previously. You can find it here. My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after.His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter.He is jubilant as a flag unfurled\u2014 Oh, a girl, she’d not forget him.My own dear love, he is all my world,\u2014 And I wish I’d never met him.My love, he’s mad, and my love, he’s fleet, And a wild young wood-thing bore him!The ways are fair to his roaming feet, And the skies are sunlit for him.As sharply sweet to my heart he seems As the fragrance of acacia.My own dear love, he is all my dreams,\u2014\u2014 And I wish he were in Asia.My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows.He’ll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathways of the morrows.He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him.My own dear love, he is all my heart,\u2014 And I wish somebody’d shoot him.Love Song Dorothy Parker<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4612,"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-4611","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\/4611","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=4611"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4614,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4611\/revisions\/4614"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4612"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}