{"id":4919,"date":"2025-02-20T18:12:51","date_gmt":"2025-02-20T23:12:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4919"},"modified":"2025-02-20T18:12:52","modified_gmt":"2025-02-20T23:12:52","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-295","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2025\/02\/20\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-295\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #295"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/brian-sumner-Iqq9COfuQnE-unsplash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4920\"\/><\/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\">Edna St. Vincent Millay was one of the first poets I loved. When most poems seemed a bit unnecessary and convoluted, hers always seemed just right. My taste in poetry has expanded greatly in the last few years but my love for her poems has not changed. <\/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\">I shall go back again to the bleak shore<br>And build a little shanty on the sand,<br>In such a way that the extremest band<br>Of brittle seaweed will escape my door<br>But by a yard or two; and nevermore<br>Shall I return to take you by the hand;<br>I shall be gone to what I understand,<br>And happier than I ever was before.<br>The love that stood a moment in your eyes,<br>The words that lay a moment on your tongue,<br>Are one with all that in a moment dies,<br>A little under-said and over-sung,<br>But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies<br>Unchanged from what they were when I was young. <br><br>I Shall Go Back Again to the Bleak Shore<br>Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Edna St. Vincent Millay was one of the first poets I loved. When most poems seemed a bit unnecessary and convoluted, hers always seemed just right. My taste in poetry has expanded greatly in the last few years but my love for her poems has not changed. I shall go back again to the bleak shoreAnd build a little shanty on the sand,In such a way that the extremest bandOf brittle seaweed will escape my doorBut by a yard or two; and nevermoreShall I return to take you by the hand;I shall be gone to what I understand,And happier than I ever was before.The love that stood a moment in your eyes,The words that lay a moment on your tongue,Are one with all that in a moment dies,A little under-said and over-sung,But I shall find the sullen rocks and skiesUnchanged from what they were when I was young. I Shall Go Back Again to the Bleak ShoreEdna St. Vincent Millay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4920,"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-4919","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\/4919","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=4919"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4919\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4921,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4919\/revisions\/4921"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4920"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}