{"id":4846,"date":"2024-11-07T18:52:52","date_gmt":"2024-11-07T23:52:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4846"},"modified":"2024-11-07T18:52:53","modified_gmt":"2024-11-07T23:52:53","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-284","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2024\/11\/07\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-284\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #284"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/gilley-aguilar-NnthSp3BzBY-unsplash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4847\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@gilleyaguilar?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Gilley Aguilar<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/photos\/a-close-up-of-leaves-on-a-wooden-floor-NnthSp3BzBY?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">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\">Rita Dove was born in Akron, Ohio in1952. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1987 and served as the United States Poet Laureate from 1993-1995. Dove has served on the board for several writer&#8217;s organizations, written a weekly column for\u00a0The\u00a0Washington Post, and been the poetry editor for <em>The New York Times Magazine. <\/em>Her work &#8220;cannot be confined to a specific era or school in contemporary literature; her wide-ranging topics and the precise poetic language with which she captures complex emotions defy easy categorization.&#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\">Snow would be the easy way <br>way out\u2014that softening<br>sky like a sigh of relief<br>at finally being allowed<br>to yield. No dice.<br>We stack twigs for burning<br>in glistening patches<br>but the rain won't give.<br><br>So we wait, breeding<br>mood, making music<br>of decline. We sit down<br>in the smell of the past<br>and rise in a light<br>that is already leaving.<br>We ache in secret<br>memorizing<br><br>a gloomy line<br>or two of German.<br>When spring comes<br>we promise to act<br>the fool. Pour,<br>rain! Sail, wind,<br>with your cargo of Zithers!<br><br>November for Beginners<br>Rita Dove<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rita Dove was born in Akron, Ohio in1952. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1987 and served as the United States Poet Laureate from 1993-1995. Dove has served on the board for several writer&#8217;s organizations, written a weekly column for\u00a0The\u00a0Washington Post, and been the poetry editor for The New York Times Magazine. Her work &#8220;cannot be confined to a specific era or school in contemporary literature; her wide-ranging topics and the precise poetic language with which she captures complex emotions defy easy categorization.&#8221; Snow would be the easy way way out\u2014that softeningsky like a sigh of reliefat finally being allowedto yield. No dice.We stack twigs for burningin glistening patchesbut the rain won&#8217;t give.So we wait, breedingmood, making musicof decline. We sit downin the smell of the pastand rise in a lightthat is already leaving.We ache in secretmemorizinga gloomy lineor two of German.When spring comeswe promise to actthe fool. Pour,rain! Sail, wind,with your cargo of Zithers!November for BeginnersRita Dove<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4847,"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":[2,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4846","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4846","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=4846"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4846\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4848,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4846\/revisions\/4848"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4847"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4846"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4846"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4846"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}