{"id":51575,"date":"2019-06-22T17:35:31","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:35:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51575"},"modified":"2019-06-22T17:35:31","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:35:31","slug":"the-goldfinch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-goldfinch\/","title":{"rendered":"The Goldfinch*"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>In the death of winter,\r\nThe goldfinches fly\r\nTo the little feeder in the big pine.\r\nSome might say, \r\nMost likely to eat.\r\nOthers may say,\r\nto socialize and mate.\r\nI listen respectively.\r\nSmiling in secret.\r\nFor I know in my heart,\r\nThe goldfinch is here\r\nOut of necessity.\r\nInstilling hope with their colors in the sky.\r\nAssuring  smiles with their songs on the bleak, cold air.\r\nYou see, I know, they bring the first sights of Spring.\r\n\r\n*Based on the title \u201cThe Goldfinch\u201d by Donna Tartt<\/pre>\n<pre><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the death of winter, The goldfinches fly To the little feeder in the big pine. Some might say, Most likely to eat. Others may say, to socialize and mate. I listen respectively. Smiling in secret. For I know in my heart, The goldfinch is&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":215,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2376],"class_list":["post-51575","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-hour9"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51575","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\/215"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51575"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51575\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51725,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51575\/revisions\/51725"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}