{"id":269,"date":"2003-01-05T22:39:19","date_gmt":"2003-01-06T02:39:19","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=269"},"modified":"2003-01-05T22:39:19","modified_gmt":"2003-01-06T02:39:19","slug":"poetry-corner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/?p=269","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Corner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"booktitle\">Still-Life<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Through the open French window the warm sun<br \/>\nlights up the polished breakfast-table, laid<br \/>\nround a bowl of crimson roses, for one&#151;<br \/>\na service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed<br \/>\nnear it a melon, peaches, figs, small hot<br \/>\nrolls in a napkin, fairy rack of toast,<br \/>\nbutter in ice, high silver coffee-pot,<br \/>\nand, heaped on a salver, the morning&#8217;s post.<\/p>\n<p>She comes over the lawn, the young heiress,<br \/>\nfrom her early walk in her garden-wood,<br \/>\nfeeling that life&#8217;s a table set to bless<br \/>\nher delicate desires with all that&#8217;s good,<\/p>\n<p>that even the unopened future lies<br \/>\nlike a love-letter, full of sweet surprise.<\/p>\n<p>&#151;Elizabeth Daryush<\/p>\n<p>This poem has the most intense sense of foreboding, of impending disaster, of any I know. It reminds me of those photographs of people taken seconds before they are vaporized by bombs or tanks. Yet this feeling is conveyed almost entirely by the shift in rhythm in the ninth and tenth lines. Sound in poetry does not merely emphasize sense; sometimes, as here, it undercuts it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Still-Life Through the open French window the warm sun lights up the polished breakfast-table, laid round a bowl of crimson roses, for one&#151; a service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed near it a melon, peaches, figs, small hot rolls in a napkin, fairy rack of toast, butter in ice, high silver coffee-pot, and, heaped on a <a href='https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/?p=269' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-269","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-1-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/269","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=269"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/269\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=269"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=269"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.godofthemachine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=269"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}