{"id":35921,"date":"2017-08-05T16:17:17","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:17:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35921"},"modified":"2017-08-05T16:17:17","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:17:17","slug":"poem-8-dandelions-a-golden-shovel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/poem-8-dandelions-a-golden-shovel\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 8: Dandelions: A Golden Shovel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>\u201cThe other, wry virgin to the last.\u201d<\/em><br \/>\nFrom Sylvia Plath\u2019s \u201cEpitaph for Fire and Flower\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dandelions spark, languid and bright as the<br \/>\nBumble bee sun. And the other<br \/>\nflowers nod wise heads, wry<br \/>\nin their delicate floral knowledge, virgin<br \/>\nto the touch of rough hands, to<br \/>\nthe smell of rotting garbage and the<br \/>\nsmoke of intentional fires. They slumber at last.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe other, wry virgin to the last.\u201d From Sylvia Plath\u2019s \u201cEpitaph for Fire and Flower\u201d &nbsp; Dandelions spark, languid and bright as the Bumble bee sun. And the other flowers nod wise heads, wry in their delicate floral knowledge, virgin to the touch of rough&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":697,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35921","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35921","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\/697"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35921"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35921\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35943,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35921\/revisions\/35943"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}