{"id":98,"date":"2019-09-26T12:06:00","date_gmt":"2019-09-26T12:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/09\/26\/a-poem-for-thursday-50\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:08:46","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:08:46","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-50","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/09\/26\/a-poem-for-thursday-50\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #50"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Today’s poem is another one by Mary Oliver just because I like it. Sometimes I look for poets and poems that are new to me and sometimes I go back to ones that have become favorites. I don’t think I have read a poem of Mary Oliver’s that I haven’t liked.<\/p>\n

Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0how comfortable it will be to touch\u00a0<\/i>
\nthe earth instead of the<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0nothingness of the air and the endless<\/i>
\nfreshets of wind? And don’t you think<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0the trees, especially those with<\/i>
\nmossy hollows, are beginning to look for<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nthe birds that will come-six, a dozen-to sleep<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0inside their bodies? And don’t you hear<\/i>
\nthe goldenrod whispering goodbye,<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0the everlasting being crowned with the first<\/i>
\ntuffets of snow? The pond\u00a0<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0stiffens<\/i>\u00a0and the white field over which<\/i>
\nthe fox runs so quickly brings out<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0its long blue shadows. The wind wags<\/i>
\nits many tails. And in the evening<\/i>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0the piled firewood shifts a little,<\/i>
\nlonging to be on its way.\u00a0<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nSong for Autumn<\/i>
\nMary Oliver<\/p>\n

Reese<\/a> has a Robert Frost poem this week.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today’s poem is another one by Mary Oliver just because I like it. Sometimes I look for poets and poems that are new to me and sometimes I go back to ones that have become favorites. I don’t think I have read a poem of Mary Oliver’s that I haven’t liked. Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now \u00a0 \u00a0how comfortable it will be to touch\u00a0 the earth instead of the \u00a0 \u00a0nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think \u00a0 \u00a0the trees, especially those with mossy hollows, are beginning to look for the birds that will come-six, a dozen-to sleep \u00a0 \u00a0inside their bodies? And don’t you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, \u00a0 \u00a0the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow? The pond\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0stiffens\u00a0and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out \u00a0 \u00a0its long blue shadows. The wind wags its many tails. And in the evening \u00a0 \u00a0the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way.\u00a0 Song for Autumn Mary Oliver Reese has a Robert Frost poem this week.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1719,"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-98","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\/98","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=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2559,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98\/revisions\/2559"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}