{"id":501,"date":"2011-07-21T19:40:07","date_gmt":"2011-07-21T19:40:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/?p=501"},"modified":"2015-05-17T00:59:29","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T00:59:29","slug":"strange-amalgam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/strange-amalgam\/","title":{"rendered":"Strange Amalgam"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-501-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/StrangeAmalgamVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/StrangeAmalgamVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/StrangeAmalgamVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The strange amalgam of a summer night,<br \/>\nlewd and fanciful on one bright wheel,<br \/>\nclouds mingling in suspicious dance go<br \/>\nheavy with plainsong to the dying hill.<\/p>\n<p>High in the meadow the summer is young<br \/>\nsinging with enchantresses under the window<br \/>\nbut look at the night it is a far below cliff<br \/>\nwe hand from it swinging by an elbow.<\/p>\n<p>And lives are spent in this device<br \/>\nwheeling below the fretful hours<br \/>\ndoves labour, loves twist,<br \/>\nsmashing and sweating among the flowers.<\/p>\n<p>Who was it sang of the pine boughs soft<br \/>\nof the muted eye, and the clinging mouth,<br \/>\nof the certain satisfaction of unknown bays,<br \/>\nwild, wild, on the heaving cloth.<\/p>\n<p>Well, it wasn\u2019t me and it wasn\u2019t you.<br \/>\nIt was the skimming summer squalling,<br \/>\nLonging, like the grey old sea to wetten<br \/>\nOur drying and usually dying calling.<\/p>\n<p>Strange the weather of it, and the moon.<br \/>\nWhy does it sway like that in the tree,<br \/>\nwhy does it clap on the lips of you<br \/>\nwhat is the vision you have of me?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/StrangeAmalgamVx3.mp3 &nbsp; The strange amalgam of a summer night, lewd and fanciful on one bright wheel, clouds mingling in suspicious dance go heavy with plainsong to the dying hill. High in the meadow the summer is young singing with enchantresses under the window but look at the night it is a far below cliff we [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemsofbecoming"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501","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=501"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1820,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501\/revisions\/1820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}