{"id":4325,"date":"2009-07-10T16:50:04","date_gmt":"2009-07-10T21:50:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4325"},"modified":"2009-07-10T16:51:34","modified_gmt":"2009-07-10T21:51:34","slug":"even-though-i-love-you-i-must-leave-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4325","title":{"rendered":"Even though I love you, I must leave you"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As much as I love New Orleans and I love New Orleans, I love traveling too &#8211; what better thing than to have New Orleans as my home base and have the world beckoning. I text with a friend in Istanbul right now and felt the big pull to return to this wonderful city. Then on the poem <a href=\"http:\/\/poems.com\/today.php\">site<\/a> that I visit, I saw this perfect poem:<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Going<\/strong><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong>The cloth edge of certainty<br \/>\nhas shredded down to this:<br \/>\nGod and love are real,<br \/>\nbut very far away.<br \/>\nIf I go to Istanbul, will I return?<br \/>\nThat is not one of the permitted questions.<br \/>\nWhen I go to Istanbul, how will I bear to return?<br \/>\nI could slip into the small streets<br \/>\nthat lead away from the souk, then run east<br \/>\nto the high plain and the Caucasus\u2014<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s all alone, the returning,<br \/>\nthe going. The cloth,<br \/>\na soft holland whose blocks of blue and lemon<br \/>\nonce cheered me in a skirt,<br \/>\nnow dries dishes. God and love<br \/>\nare very far away, farther even<br \/>\nthan the mountains in the east.<span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><\/p>\n<p>APRIL BERNARD<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #1a06ef;\"><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As much as I love New Orleans and I love New Orleans, I love traveling too &#8211; what better thing than to have New Orleans as my home base and have the world beckoning. I text with a friend in Istanbul right now and felt the big pull to return to this wonderful city. Then on the poem site that I visit, I saw this perfect poem: The Going The cloth edge of certainty has&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4325","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-17L","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4325","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4325"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4325\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4327,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4325\/revisions\/4327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}