{"id":107686,"date":"2022-06-25T10:36:36","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:36:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107686"},"modified":"2022-06-25T10:36:45","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:36:45","slug":"hour-2-a-line-from-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-2-a-line-from-robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour #2: A Line From Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>The only other sound\u2019s the sweep<\/div>\n<div>Of easy wind and downy flake.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Summer Interrupted<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Winter&#8217;s deepest peace was designed to gather strength for summer,<\/div>\n<div>the time for hardest work.<\/div>\n<div>So were my reflections remembering my horse that winter evening.<\/div>\n<div>We kept our commitments which swept over us, yes.<\/div>\n<div>We nestled in at night, breathing in crisp winds that woke our souls.<\/div>\n<div>We let the downy flake fall over our homes like delicate lace.<\/div>\n<div>So we let winter snow turn to spring&#8217;s fresh dew.<\/div>\n<div>Little did we know the summer&#8217;s storms would destroy our toils;<\/div>\n<div>the sheltering barn would collapse, and the growing fields would burn.<\/div>\n<div>All we had prepared<\/div>\n<div>were really prayers<\/div>\n<div>like silent angels<\/div>\n<div>gently coming to us<\/div>\n<div>on that clear winter night.<\/div>\n<div>These golden tidal waves have stolen our sleep&#8217;s cherished dreams.<\/div>\n<div>All strength must go into grasping daily survival.<\/div>\n<div>Life we had prepared for has been interrupted,<\/div>\n<div>yet my horse and I force ourselves onward, and<\/div>\n<div>colors will deepen again,<\/div>\n<div>we&#8217;ll grow new depths of silent majesty,<\/div>\n<div>and we&#8217;ll again find the holy nights for soft bells as we sleep.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The only other sound\u2019s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. Summer Interrupted Winter&#8217;s deepest peace was designed to gather strength for summer, the time for hardest work. So were my reflections remembering my horse that winter evening. We kept our commitments which swept&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107686","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107686","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107686"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107686\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":107907,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107686\/revisions\/107907"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107686"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107686"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}