{"id":12492,"date":"2011-05-17T15:30:18","date_gmt":"2011-05-17T20:30:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=12492"},"modified":"2011-05-17T15:30:18","modified_gmt":"2011-05-17T20:30:18","slug":"charles-simic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=12492","title":{"rendered":"Charles Simic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>T&#8217;s friend and poet Luis Mu\u00f1oz told her he liked Simic&#8217;s poetry &#8211; I do too!<\/p>\n<div><strong>This Morning<\/strong> by Charles Simic<\/div>\n<div>Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m just sitting here mulling over<br \/>\nWhat to do this dark, overcast day?<br \/>\nIt was a night of the radio turned down low,<br \/>\nFitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams.<br \/>\nI woke up lovesick and confused.<br \/>\nI thought I heard Estella in the garden singing<br \/>\nAnd some bird answering her,<br \/>\nBut it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying<br \/>\nAnd whispering. &#8220;Come to me my desire,&#8221;<br \/>\nI said. And she came to me by and by,<br \/>\nHer breath smelling of mint, her tongue<br \/>\nWetting my cheek, and then she vanished.<br \/>\nSlowly day came, a gray streak of daylight<br \/>\nTo bathe my hands and face in.<br \/>\nHours passed, and then you crawled<br \/>\nUnder the door, and stopped before me.<br \/>\nYou visit the same tailors the mourners do,<br \/>\nMr. Ant. I like the silence between us,<br \/>\nThe quiet&#8211;that holy state even the rain<br \/>\nKnows about. Listen to her begin to fall,<br \/>\nAs if with eyes closed,<br \/>\nMuting each drop in her wild-beating heart.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>T&#8217;s friend and poet Luis Mu\u00f1oz told her he liked Simic&#8217;s poetry &#8211; I do too! This Morning by Charles Simic Enter without knocking, hard-working ant. I&#8217;m just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day? It was a night of the radio turned down low, Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams. I woke up lovesick and confused. I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing And some bird answering her, But&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-12492","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-3fu","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12492","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12492"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12492\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12493,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12492\/revisions\/12493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12492"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12492"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}