{"id":106684,"date":"2022-06-25T10:13:23","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:13:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=106684"},"modified":"2022-06-25T10:13:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:13:23","slug":"an-unfortunate-friday-verdict","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/an-unfortunate-friday-verdict\/","title":{"rendered":"An Unfortunate Friday Verdict"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">Whose woods these are <\/span>I think I know.<\/p>\n<p>His <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">house is in the <span style=\"color: #000000\">v<\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">illage<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">though;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">He will not see me<\/span> stopping here<\/p>\n<p>To watch <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">his woods fill up with snow.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">little horse must think it<\/span> queer<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">To stop without a farmhouse near\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">Between the woods and<\/span> frozen <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">lake<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The darkest evening of the year.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">gives his harness bells a shake\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">To<\/span> ask if there is some mistake.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">The only other sound\u2019s the sweep\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">Of easy wind and downy flake.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">The woods are<\/span> lovely, dark and deep,<\/p>\n<p>But I have promises to keep,<\/p>\n<p>And miles <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">to go before I sleep,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>And miles <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">to go before I sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;\u00a0 He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.\u00a0 \u00a0 &nbsp; My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near\u00a0&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":76,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-106684","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106684","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/76"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106684"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106684\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":107584,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106684\/revisions\/107584"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106684"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106684"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106684"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}