{"id":711,"date":"2014-10-11T09:41:31","date_gmt":"2014-10-11T13:41:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/?p=711"},"modified":"2014-10-11T09:45:32","modified_gmt":"2014-10-11T13:45:32","slug":"stolen-elegy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/stolen-elegy\/","title":{"rendered":"Stolen Elegy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oh the end game of i<\/p>\n<p>to have bounced from country to country<\/p>\n<p>or danced among the silent letters of time<\/p>\n<p>to have been part of Marseille, of Seoul, of Carlsbad<\/p>\n<p>of Canada and of the Alps<\/p>\n<p>to have returned at the time of tin terror<\/p>\n<p>to this earthy, giving land<\/p>\n<p>to Antigua, to Guatemala and to those places<\/p>\n<p>where the Mayans met the Spanish and they mixed their blood,<\/p>\n<p>to have sauntered through the mist and mystery of early morning Prague<\/p>\n<p>to have survived this house of mirrors, this life<\/p>\n<p>to have sought in vain, the always in the eyes of one woman<\/p>\n<p>to have questioned old wisdom, new wisdom, this empty modern<\/p>\n<p>to have seen things as they are<\/p>\n<p>death, the clear morning, the forever sky and the tender blooms of spring<\/p>\n<p>and to have seen the horror, the always deep end<\/p>\n<p>except for that moment, the old lady in Kiev handing me a pen<\/p>\n<p>a face that does not want you to forget it.<\/p>\n<p>Oh the end game of i<\/p>\n<p>perhaps no more, no less that u.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>October, 2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Oh the end game of i to have bounced from country to country or danced among the silent letters of time to have been part of Marseille, of Seoul, of Carlsbad of Canada and of the Alps to have returned at the time of tin terror to this earthy, giving land to Antigua, to &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/stolen-elegy\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Stolen Elegy<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,1],"tags":[19,20],"class_list":["post-711","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-more-poems","category-poetry","tag-elegy","tag-world"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/711","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=711"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/711\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":714,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/711\/revisions\/714"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}