{"id":25556,"date":"2016-08-13T22:40:25","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T02:40:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25556"},"modified":"2016-08-13T22:40:25","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T02:40:25","slug":"hour-14-11-30am-12-30pm-prompt-genre-nature-poem-with-a-twist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-14-11-30am-12-30pm-prompt-genre-nature-poem-with-a-twist\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. PROMPT, genre: \u201cnature poem, with a twist\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>This is the first few lines of a famous nature poem, put through the ring cycle of Google Translate (English to Esperanto to Bulgarian to Spanish to Arabic to Urdu to Afrikaans to German to Zulu to Yiddish back to a sort of English to Xhoso to Finnish to English again). Then a few tweaks by me to try &amp; add sense.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><b><\/b><b>Top Tintern fewer line miles of travel, pregnant with their bank.<br \/>\n<\/b><i>after<\/i><b><i> <\/i><\/b><i>William vordsvorth<\/i><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">It took five years. Five summers. In five long winters!<br \/>\nDance spring water volume, New soft murmur.-<br \/>\nThis is another high. Cliffs of sharp web print.<br \/>\nWild, isolated. I want a better distribution.<br \/>\nAnd communication with heaven looks calm.<br \/>\nUntil one day I came back from holiday<br \/>\nA sycamore dimming the display<br \/>\nThis parcel of land, houses, gardens, these stocks;<br \/>\nAnd the fruit,]cook. He loses the green, I dressed<br \/>\n&#8220;The new straw media, see.\u201d<br \/>\nThe report includes wires, small lines<br \/>\nplanted a sport long wooden Wild<br \/>\nGreen Door. Graduates of smoke. How!<br \/>\nI do not understand a bit of information, it seems<br \/>\nForest residents of refugees and the homeless<br \/>\nSome hermit in a cave, fire<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><i>The Hermit sits alone.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the first few lines of a famous nature poem, put through the ring cycle of Google Translate (English to Esperanto to Bulgarian to Spanish to Arabic to Urdu to Afrikaans to German to Zulu to Yiddish back to a sort of English to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[1911,1909,1910,326,1913,10,1628,1460,1912],"class_list":["post-25556","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-fun-games-till-someone-loses-an-i","tag-google-translate","tag-many-languages","tag-marathon","tag-nature-poem","tag-poetry","tag-prompt","tag-word-games","tag-wordsworth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25556","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\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25556"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25556\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25610,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25556\/revisions\/25610"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25556"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25556"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}