{"id":1752,"date":"2011-12-23T08:55:52","date_gmt":"2011-12-23T15:55:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=1752"},"modified":"2011-12-23T08:55:52","modified_gmt":"2011-12-23T15:55:52","slug":"bonus-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/?p=1752","title":{"rendered":"Bonus poem!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I Fall in Love,&#8221; by Nuala N\u00ed Dhomhnaill, translated from the Irish by Paul Muldoon<\/p>\n<p>I fall in love, in the fall of every year,<br \/>\nwith the smattering of rain on my windshield<br \/>\nand the pale and wan light toppling over the sheer<br \/>\nedge of my field<br \/>\nof vision, with leaves strewn in my way,<br \/>\nwith the bracket-fungus screwed to a rotten log:<br \/>\nI fall in love with bog and cold clay<br \/>\nand what they hold in store for me and you, my dear.<\/p>\n<p>I fall in love with all that&#8217;s going off:<br \/>\nwith blackened spuds<br \/>\nrotting in their beds, with<br \/>\nBrussels sprouts nipped in the bud<br \/>\nby a blast of frost, rat-eaten artichokes, and,<br \/>\nlike so many unpicked locks,<br \/>\nthe tares and cockles buried in shifting sand;<br \/>\nit&#8217;s as if I fall in love a little with death itself.<\/p>\n<p>For it&#8217;s neither the fall nor the coming to in spring&#8212;<br \/>\nneither shrug of the shoulders nor sudden foray<br \/>\ndown that boring &#8216;little road of the King&#8217;&#8212;<br \/>\nbut something else that makes me wary:<br \/>\nhow I throw off the snowy sheet and icy quilt<br \/>\nmade of feathers from some flock<br \/>\nof Otherworldly birds, how readily I am beguiled<br \/>\nby a sunny smile, how he offers me a wing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I Fall in Love,&#8221; by Nuala N\u00ed Dhomhnaill, translated from the Irish by Paul Muldoon I fall in love, in the fall of every year, with the smattering of rain on my windshield and the pale and wan light toppling over the sheer edge of my field of vision, with leaves strewn in my way, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1752"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1752"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1752\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1754,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1752\/revisions\/1754"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/shannon.users.sonic.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}