{"id":20,"date":"2011-04-11T16:45:57","date_gmt":"2011-04-11T16:45:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8080\/wordpress\/?p=20"},"modified":"2015-05-17T01:56:35","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T01:56:35","slug":"first-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/first-love\/","title":{"rendered":"First Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-20-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/FirstLoveVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/FirstLoveVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/FirstLoveVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>1.<br \/>\nYou may say she was water-lipped,<br \/>\nyes, and she knew light.<br \/>\nStars were her voice,<br \/>\nher hair was like the Aurora<br \/>\nof the northern night. When she moved<br \/>\nI saw a bird turning dark to day.<br \/>\nDawn flowed when she smiled\u2014<br \/>\nit splashed off the metal hills<br \/>\nand broke the pan of the sea, and the hills<br \/>\nresponded with cries. I felt the warning<br \/>\nof green worlds to come.<\/p>\n<p>2.<br \/>\nThen she let down her long hair.<br \/>\nHer arms were golden, raised<br \/>\nin the harsh sun;<br \/>\nI could feel the waves of seas<br \/>\ncountless among<br \/>\nmoving shores;<br \/>\nI saw the wind in her hair<br \/>\ncatch and burn and cling to her there,<br \/>\nand she looked towards<br \/>\nbut beyond me<br \/>\nand I moved\u2014<br \/>\nand the sun flayed the trees.<\/p>\n<p>3.<br \/>\nThen the sky opened<br \/>\nand the thunder cleared,<br \/>\nthe clouds clattered away<br \/>\nand grass fine green<br \/>\nand hands young<br \/>\nto touch in the pitching light<br \/>\nall our days together<br \/>\ncrying how we loved<br \/>\nto the sea<br \/>\nso blue<br \/>\nit was bruised<br \/>\nand the high leaves yelled<br \/>\nyou<br \/>\nwild in one another.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/FirstLoveVx3.mp3 &nbsp; 1. You may say she was water-lipped, yes, and she knew light. Stars were her voice, her hair was like the Aurora of the northern night. When she moved I saw a bird turning dark to day. Dawn flowed when she smiled\u2014 it splashed off the metal hills and broke the pan of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lovepoems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1925,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20\/revisions\/1925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}