{"id":47,"date":"2020-04-30T14:46:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-30T14:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/04\/30\/a-poem-for-thursday-79\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T20:44:22","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T20:44:22","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-79","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/04\/30\/a-poem-for-thursday-79\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #79"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Photo by\u00a0<\/span>Joshua Hoehne<\/a>\u00a0on\u00a0<\/span>Unsplash<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

Jane Kenyon was an American poet and translator. I featured one of her poems before. You can find it here.<\/a><\/p>\n

My head was heavy, heavy;<\/i>
\nso was the atmosphere.<\/i>
\nI had to ask two times\u00a0<\/i>
\nbefore my hand would scratch my ear.<\/i>
\nI thought I should be out<\/i>
\nand doing! The grass, for one thing,<\/i>
\nneeded mowing.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nJust then a centipede<\/i>
\nreared from the spine<\/i>
\nof my open dictionary. It tried<\/i>
\nthe air with enterprising feelers,<\/i>
\nthen made its way along the gorge<\/i>
\nbetween 202 and 203. The valley\u00a0<\/i>
\nof the shadow of death came to mind<\/i>
\ninexorably.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nIt can’t be easy for the left hand<\/i>
\nto know what the right is doing.<\/i>
\nAnd how, on such a day, when the sky<\/i>
\nis hazy and perfunctory, how<\/i>
\ndoes a centipede get started<\/i>
\nwithout feeling muddled and heavy-hearted?<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nWell, it had its fill of etymology.<\/i>
\nI watched it pull its tail<\/i>
\nover the edge of the page, and vanish<\/i>
\nin a pile of mail.\u00a0<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nInertia<\/i>
\nJane Kenyon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Joshua Hoehne\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash Jane Kenyon was an American poet and translator. I featured one of her poems before. You can find it here. My head was heavy, heavy; so was the atmosphere. I had to ask two times\u00a0 before my hand would scratch my ear. I thought I should be out and doing! The grass, for one thing, needed mowing. Just then a centipede reared from the spine of my open dictionary. It tried the air with enterprising feelers, then made its way along the gorge between 202 and 203. The valley\u00a0 of the shadow of death came to mind inexorably. It can’t be easy for the left hand to know what the right is doing. And how, on such a day, when the sky is hazy and perfunctory, how does a centipede get started without feeling muddled and heavy-hearted? Well, it had its fill of etymology. I watched it pull its tail over the edge of the page, and vanish in a pile of mail.\u00a0 Inertia Jane Kenyon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1862,"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-47","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\/47","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=47"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2500,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47\/revisions\/2500"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1862"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}