{"id":95936,"date":"2021-06-26T19:05:31","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:05:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95936"},"modified":"2021-06-27T22:07:45","modified_gmt":"2021-06-28T02:07:45","slug":"poem-11-a-tribute-to-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/poem-11-a-tribute-to-robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 11:\u00a0 A Tribute to William Blake  &#8220;Empty Reward&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>All but a grain of sand<\/p>\n<p>Sitting under a wildflower<\/p>\n<p>or am I yielding a sword of power<\/p>\n<p>so much strength in my simple hand<\/p>\n<p>Is my cage of wide bars<\/p>\n<p>such, so I cannot reach the stars<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There, a spoken demise<\/p>\n<p>From a ragged hungry dog<\/p>\n<p>or a prisoner amidst the flog<\/p>\n<p>So fearful, yet strangely wise<\/p>\n<p>Heaven\u2019s storm is brewing<\/p>\n<p>and Love\u2019s heart stewing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Birds share a meager place<\/p>\n<p>content with very few seeds<\/p>\n<p>carrying out God\u2019s given deeds<\/p>\n<p>as we ne\u2019er see their gentle face<\/p>\n<p>We take credit for their life<\/p>\n<p>concerned to cure only our strife<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Those glorious servants so loyal<\/p>\n<p>their work forever unpaid<\/p>\n<p>the butcher\u2019s knife has been laid<\/p>\n<p>for a feast prepared so Royal<\/p>\n<p>Where does this misuse arise<\/p>\n<p>within our cruel assumption of prize<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This cry for human blood<\/p>\n<p>a lifeline to the prayers of earth<\/p>\n<p>The answer: a song of mirth<\/p>\n<p>avoiding hatreds mighty flood<\/p>\n<p>We know not of tomorrow<\/p>\n<p>amidst the blinding of our sorrows<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The sun rises<\/p>\n<p>despite the resistance to its course<\/p>\n<p>We, unkindly, of little remorse<\/p>\n<p>with our corruption of assizes<\/p>\n<p>Yeh\u2026 the is believing<\/p>\n<p>and a Godly hand receiving<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All but a grain of sand Sitting under a wildflower or am I yielding a sword of power so much strength in my simple hand Is my cage of wide bars such, so I cannot reach the stars &nbsp; There, a spoken demise From a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1447,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95936","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95936","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\/1447"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95936"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95936\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103498,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95936\/revisions\/103498"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}