{"id":127376,"date":"2023-09-02T09:45:56","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:45:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=127376"},"modified":"2023-09-02T09:45:56","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:45:56","slug":"i-gate-in-the-dark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/i-gate-in-the-dark\/","title":{"rendered":"I.   gate in the dark"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">there is no one here,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">in this gloming dim,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">for me to ask of her or him,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">where the road leads next,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">why those leaving have left,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">just mist-laden pines <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">full-circumspect, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">whispering,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">psithuring, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">silent <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">and<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-size: large\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit\">still.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there is no one here, in this gloming dim, for me to ask of her or him, where the road leads next, why those leaving have left, just mist-laden pines full-circumspect, whispering, psithuring, silent and still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":564,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-127376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127376","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\/564"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127376"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127407,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127376\/revisions\/127407"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}