{"id":596,"date":"2004-05-06T14:49:03","date_gmt":"2004-05-06T22:49:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=596"},"modified":"2004-05-06T14:49:03","modified_gmt":"2004-05-06T22:49:03","slug":"poem-in-your-pocket-week-day-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2004\/05\/06\/poem-in-your-pocket-week-day-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem In Your Pocket Week: Day 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<table width=\"100%\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"20\" bgcolor=\"#eeeeee\">\n<tr>\n<td><strong>joy<\/strong>&#8220;don&#8217;t cry, it&#8217;s only music,&#8221;<br \/>\nsomeone&#8217;s voice is saying.<br \/>\n&#8220;no one you love is dying.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s only music. and it was only spring,<br \/>\nthe world&#8217;s unreasoning body<br \/>\nrun amok, like a saint&#8217;s, with glory,<br \/>\nthat overwhelmed a young girl<br \/>\ninto unreasoning sadness.<br \/>\n&#8220;crazy,&#8221; she told herself,<br \/>\n&#8220;i should be dancing with happiness.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>but it happened again. it happens<br \/>\nwhen we make bottomless love&#8211;<br \/>\nthere follows a bottomless sadness<br \/>\nwhich is not despair<br \/>\nbut its nameless opposite.<br \/>\nit has nothing to do with the passing of time.<br \/>\nit&#8217;s not about loss. it&#8217;s about<br \/>\ntwo seemingly parallel lines<br \/>\nsuddenly coming together<br \/>\ninside us, in some place<br \/>\nthat is still wilderness.<\/p>\n<p>joy, joy, the sopranos sing,<br \/>\nreaching for the shimmering notes<br \/>\nwhile our eyes fill with tears.<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8211;Unknown (to me)<\/em><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<div align=\"right\"><a href=\"\/2004\/05\/03\/poem-in-your-pocket-week-introduction\/\">What&#8217;s Poem in Your Pocket Week?<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>joy&#8220;don&#8217;t cry, it&#8217;s only music,&#8221; someone&#8217;s voice is saying. &#8220;no one you love is dying.&#8221; it&#8217;s only music. and it was only spring, the world&#8217;s unreasoning body run amok, like a saint&#8217;s, with glory, that overwhelmed a young girl into unreasoning sadness. &#8220;crazy,&#8221; she told herself, &#8220;i should be dancing with happiness.&#8221; but it happened [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/596"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=596"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/596\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=596"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=596"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=596"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}