{"id":14173,"date":"2015-06-14T08:11:18","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T12:11:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=14173"},"modified":"2015-06-14T08:11:18","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T12:11:18","slug":"the-poetry-marathon-the-final-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-poetry-marathon-the-final-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"the poetry marathon (the final poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>what sweet victory do my eyes behold?<br \/>\nthe sweetest story ever told;<br \/>\nhow strangers came from every hand-<br \/>\nand wrote themselves a promised land;<br \/>\nand tainted not one single sound<br \/>\nbut did indeed make love abound.<br \/>\nthen in the final hour, spent-<br \/>\ngave their souls to words without repent;<br \/>\nand as their eyes did sleep pursue-<br \/>\ntheir brains turned off, just to renew-<br \/>\nto come back strong some other day-<br \/>\nto the poetry marathon and have their say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>what sweet victory do my eyes behold? the sweetest story ever told; how strangers came from every hand- and wrote themselves a promised land; and tainted not one single sound but did indeed make love abound. then in the final hour, spent- gave their souls&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14173","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\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14173"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14173\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14199,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14173\/revisions\/14199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}