{"id":9680,"date":"2022-01-10T17:58:14","date_gmt":"2022-01-10T17:58:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=9680"},"modified":"2022-01-10T17:59:06","modified_gmt":"2022-01-10T17:59:06","slug":"new-poems-mid-november","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2022\/01\/10\/new-poems-mid-november\/","title":{"rendered":"New Poems Mid November"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>The Spanish Nun<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Far from your homeland but near<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You are spending eternity beneath this foreign soil<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was no greater sacrifice than yours<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>Sister Teresalina<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>The Dead of Europe<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The trees are almost bare<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Their golden leaves are silent<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everything is illuminated<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The autumn is aware of its own mortality<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>The Green Dragon Train (Triptych)<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Green Dragon Train<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hides within the mists of the station<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An elderly man is in the dining car<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He is far from Wales<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Green Dragon Train<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hides within the mists of the station<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An elegant man is in the dining car<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He is far from Wales<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Green Dragon Train<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hides within the mists of the station<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An enigmatic man is in the dining car<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He is far from Wales<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Greater Love<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There is no greater love<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Than to eat an apple<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To ignore this fruit<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Is unforgivable in God\u2019s eyes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Adele and Harriet<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Adele and Harriet were lying in a field without clothes<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They were watching the vapour trails develop in the autumn skies<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Many passing thought their behaviour strange<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As their brittle modesty had been sacrificed<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">By the quiet sourness of their golden sheets<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Tired Autumn<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The leaves are damp underfoot<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And I leave you deeper in our bed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The brittle frosts have decorated the night<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All is quiet within our kingdom<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I touch your breasts before I leave<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You are quiet naked before me<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Your nipples stiffen as the ice winds enter<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I mistake it for your excitement<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As I walk alone in the darkness of the morning<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I think of your warmth hidden beneath the sheets<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The stars and the moon are in sharp relief<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And clothe you as you sleep<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Spanish Nun Far from your homeland but near You are spending eternity beneath this foreign soil There was no greater sacrifice than yours Sister Teresalina &nbsp; The Dead of Europe The trees are almost bare Their golden leaves are silent Everything is illuminated The autumn is aware of its own mortality &nbsp; The Green [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9680","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9680","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"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=9680"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9680\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9682,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9680\/revisions\/9682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9680"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9680"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9680"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}