{"id":34627,"date":"2017-08-05T14:05:39","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:05:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34627"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:05:39","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:05:39","slug":"nowy-dwor-gdanski-once-known-as-tiegenhof","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/nowy-dwor-gdanski-once-known-as-tiegenhof\/","title":{"rendered":"Nowy Dwor Gdanski Once Known as Tiegenhof"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The scythed grass in the field has dried<\/p>\n<p>and an old woman now rakes it into piles.<\/p>\n<p>She smiles and calls, <em>Gruess Gott<\/em>, greet God, as I pass.<\/p>\n<p>I stop to catch my breath beneath an ancient linden tree<\/p>\n<p>its split trunk held together with wire mesh,<\/p>\n<p>mesh grown to wood, wood grown to flesh,<\/p>\n<p>this struggle to stand upright within oneself,<\/p>\n<p>to staunch the heartwood\u2019s weeping<\/p>\n<p>here where my family lived for over two hundred years.<\/p>\n<p>Tasseled blossoms dangle from pale yellow bracts,<\/p>\n<p>their perfume the scent of honey stirred in tea,<\/p>\n<p>the scent of home. Bee trees my mother called them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The scythed grass in the field has dried and an old woman now rakes it into piles. She smiles and calls, Gruess Gott, greet God, as I pass. I stop to catch my breath beneath an ancient linden tree its split trunk held together with&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":998,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34627","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34627","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\/998"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34627"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34627\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34641,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34627\/revisions\/34641"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34627"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34627"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34627"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}