{"id":36218,"date":"2017-08-05T16:47:06","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:47:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36218"},"modified":"2017-08-05T16:47:06","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:47:06","slug":"hour-eight-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-eight-12\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Eight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Last Moments of Heaven<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>If I had known this would happen, and<\/p>\n<p>if I could have guessed (though how could I) what<\/p>\n<p>my gentleness would bring, I would have been rough<\/p>\n<p>and insistent, but not wanting to scare you, I caged the beast<\/p>\n<p>and honeyed my tongue, thinking that Fate, in its<\/p>\n<p>evenness, had finally run out of torments, and now the hour<\/p>\n<p>had arrived that it may mete out joy, that you would come.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As I walked home the sun was setting in all its colors, round<\/p>\n<p>dinner time, and though I had a deep foreboding, I nonetheless smiled at<\/p>\n<p>the thought you may be waiting for me, that the last<\/p>\n<p>few days silence had been remnants of an old life, sullen as it slouches<\/p>\n<p>into oblivion. I quickened my pace, almost singing as I skipped towards<\/p>\n<p>my home, hoping for joyous news, my own Star of Bethlehem<\/p>\n<p>shining in the parking-lot; you casually (with flowers?) waiting there to<\/p>\n<p>answer in person, and I ignored the pangs of foreknowing what would be<\/p>\n<p>awaiting me upon my arrival, what disastrous new chapter was about to be born.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Golden Shovel poem, borrowing the lines \u201cAnd what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?\u201d from W. B. Yeats&#8217; Second Coming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Last Moments of Heaven &nbsp; If I had known this would happen, and if I could have guessed (though how could I) what my gentleness would bring, I would have been rough and insistent, but not wanting to scare you, I caged the beast&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":188,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36218","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\/188"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36218"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36232,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36218\/revisions\/36232"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}