Where lies a feverish unbroken dream<\/p>\n
Not here, in this twisted rowdy land<\/p>\n
I cover my eyes to the howls and shrieks<\/p>\n
Tugs on my body beg me to turn away<\/p>\n
And listen to boresome tales from morons<\/p>\n
Hungering for money for their shiny things<\/p>\n
And eyes to see them bask in a vapid glow<\/p>\n
I strain, push to exit the heaving mob<\/p>\n
The fray threatens to drown passions<\/p>\n
I hold them up, letting them light the way<\/p>\n
So easy to give in to the bleating sheep<\/p>\n
But I have promises to keep.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Last line from Robert Frost, \u201cStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening\u201d from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.<\/em><\/p>\n Copyright 1923, \u00a9 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Where lies a feverish unbroken dream Not here, in this twisted rowdy land I cover my eyes to the howls and shrieks Tugs on my body beg me to turn away And listen to boresome tales from morons Hungering for money for their shiny things…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1065,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-108129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108129","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\/1065"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=108129"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108129\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108153,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108129\/revisions\/108153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=108129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=108129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=108129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}