{"id":93,"date":"2019-10-17T17:11:00","date_gmt":"2019-10-17T17:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/17\/a-poem-for-thursday-53\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:05:56","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:05:56","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-53","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/17\/a-poem-for-thursday-53\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #53"},"content":{"rendered":"<table class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/nashad-abdu-D90_p0ZinVA-unsplash-1024x682.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/nashad-abdu-D90_p0ZinVA-unsplash-1024x682.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"426\" border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"background-color: whitesmoke; color: #111111; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'San Francisco', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, 'Segoe UI', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; white-space: nowrap;\">Photo by\u00a0<\/span><a style=\"background-color: whitesmoke; box-sizing: border-box; color: #767676; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'San Francisco', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, 'Segoe UI', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; text-decoration-skip-ink: auto; transition: color 0.1s ease-in-out 0s, opacity 0.1s ease-in-out 0s; white-space: nowrap;\" href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@nashad?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Nashad Abdu<\/a><span style=\"background-color: whitesmoke; color: #111111; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'San Francisco', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, 'Segoe UI', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; white-space: nowrap;\">\u00a0on\u00a0<\/span><a style=\"background-color: whitesmoke; box-sizing: border-box; color: #767676; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'San Francisco', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Ubuntu, Roboto, Noto, 'Segoe UI', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; text-decoration-skip-ink: auto; transition: color 0.1s ease-in-out 0s, opacity 0.1s ease-in-out 0s; white-space: nowrap;\" href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/teapot?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>I do love tea. It is comforting, refreshing, soothing, stress-relieving, and just plain delicious. In this poem, the love for tea and the love for a person are combined.<\/p>\n<p><i>I like pouring your tea, lifting<\/i><br \/>\n<i>the heavy pot, and tipping it up,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<i>Or when you&#8217;re away, or at work,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<i>I like the questions &#8211; sugar? &#8211; milk? &#8211;<\/i><br \/>\n<i>and the answers I don&#8217;t know by heart, yet<\/i><br \/>\n<i>for I see your soul in your eyes and I forget.<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<i>Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>I love tea&#8217;s names. Which tea would you like? I say<\/i><br \/>\n<i>but it&#8217;s any tea for you, please, any time of day,<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<i>as the women harvest the slopes<\/i><br \/>\n<i>for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.\u00a0<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\n<i>Tea<\/i><br \/>\nCarol AnnDuffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Photo by\u00a0Nashad Abdu\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash I do love tea. It is comforting, refreshing, soothing, stress-relieving, and just plain delicious. In this poem, the love for tea and the love for a person are combined. I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup. Or when you&#8217;re away, or at work, I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip, as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips. I like the questions &#8211; sugar? &#8211; milk? &#8211; and the answers I don&#8217;t know by heart, yet for I see your soul in your eyes and I forget. Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon, I love tea&#8217;s names. Which tea would you like? I say but it&#8217;s any tea for you, please, any time of day, as the women harvest the slopes for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi, and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.\u00a0 Tea Carol AnnDuffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1739,"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-93","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\/93","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=93"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2552,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93\/revisions\/2552"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1739"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}