{"id":1209,"date":"2005-10-09T01:09:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-09T06:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=1209"},"modified":"2005-10-09T01:09:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-09T06:09:00","slug":"scrapbook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=1209","title":{"rendered":"scrapbook"},"content":{"rendered":"

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my father moved through dooms of love\rthrough sames of am through haves of give,\rsinging each morning out of each night\rmy father moved through depths of height\r\rthis motionless forgetful where \rturned at his glance to shining here; \rthat if(so timid air is firm) \runder his eyes would stir and squirm\r\rnewly as from unburied which \rfloats the first who,his april touch \rdrove sleeping selves to swarm their fates \rwoke dreamers to their ghostly roots\r\rand should some why completely weep \rmy father's fingers brought her sleep:\rvainly no smallest voice might cry \rfor he could feel the mountains grow.\r\rLifting the valleys of the sea \rmy father moved through griefs of joy; \rpraising a forehead called the moon \rsinging desire into begin [...<\/a>]<\/pre>\n
[1<\/a> 2<\/a> 3<\/a>] <\/p>\n
About suffering they were never wrong,
\nThe Old Masters; how well, they understood
\nIts human position; how it takes place
\nWhile someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
\nHow, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
\nFor the miraculous birth, there always must be
\nChildren who did not specially want it to happen, skating
\nOn a pond at the edge of the wood:
\nThey never forgot […<\/a>]<\/p>\n
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Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. \rOn Saturday evenings when my aunt went marketing I had to go to carry some \rof the parcels. We walked through the flaring streets, jostled by drunken \rmen and bargaining women, amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies \rof shop-boys who stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal \rchanting of street-singers, who sang a come-all-you<\/i> about O'Donovan Rossa, \ror a ballad about the troubles in our native land. These noises converged \rin a single sensation of life for me: I imagined that I bore my chalice \rsafely through a throng of foes. Her name sprang to my lips at moments in \rstrange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were \roften full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my \rheart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the \rfuture. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I \rspoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body \rwas like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon \rthe wires. [...<\/a>]<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
[listen] my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height this motionless forgetful where turned at his glance to shining here; that if(so timid air is firm) under his eyes would stir and squirm newly […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1209"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1209"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1209\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}