{"id":5206,"date":"2020-11-12T07:55:15","date_gmt":"2020-11-12T07:55:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=5206"},"modified":"2020-11-12T07:55:15","modified_gmt":"2020-11-12T07:55:15","slug":"in-the-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/11\/12\/in-the-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Garden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>La jeune dame qui marche sur la pelouse<br \/>\nDevant l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 par\u00e9 de pommes et d\u2019appas,<br \/>\nQuand des heures Midi combl\u00e9 jette les douze,<br \/>\nDans cette pl\u00e9nitude arr\u00eatant ses beaux pas,<\/p>\n<p>A dit un jour, tragique abandonn\u00e9e \u2013 \u00e9pouse &#8211;<br \/>\nA la Mort s\u00e9duisant son Po\u00ebte : \u00ab\u00a0Tr\u00e9pas !<br \/>\nTu mens. \u00d4 vain climat nul ! je me sais jalouse<br \/>\nDu faux \u00c9den que, triste, il n\u2019habitera pas.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n<p>Voil\u00e0 pourquoi les fleurs profondes de la terre<br \/>\nL\u2019aiment avec silence et savoir et myst\u00e8re,<br \/>\nTandis que dans leur coeur songe le pur pollen :<\/p>\n<p>Et lui, lorsque la brise, ivre de ces d\u00e9lices,<br \/>\nSuspend encore un nom qui ravit les calices,<br \/>\nA voix faible, parfois, appelle bas : Ellen !<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When playing in the sand at a railway station<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I found a poem that had been dropped from the clouds<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It shattered on impact and had been buried soon after<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But it was still readable and because of this I took it home<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Where I pasted it on to a black canvas<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Here are the results<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La jeune dame qui marche sur la pelouse Devant l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 par\u00e9 de pommes et d\u2019appas, Quand des heures Midi combl\u00e9 jette les douze, Dans cette pl\u00e9nitude arr\u00eatant ses beaux pas, A dit un jour, tragique abandonn\u00e9e \u2013 \u00e9pouse &#8211; A la Mort s\u00e9duisant son Po\u00ebte : \u00ab\u00a0Tr\u00e9pas ! Tu mens. \u00d4 vain climat nul ! [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5206"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5206"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5206\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}