{"id":65,"date":"2011-04-12T17:33:49","date_gmt":"2011-04-12T17:33:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8080\/wordpress\/?p=65"},"modified":"2015-05-17T01:42:41","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T01:42:41","slug":"the-awakening","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/the-awakening\/","title":{"rendered":"The Awakening"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-65-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheAwakeningVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheAwakeningVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheAwakeningVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have tried<br \/>\nin the moon\u2019s bent sphere<br \/>\nto be alive, and in the hung wild,<br \/>\nspinning free, the summer<br \/>\nin my eyes, the hard yew swinging<br \/>\nover the drunk sea and the sun<br \/>\nyawing in the young boughs\u2026<br \/>\nBut somewhere I had heard a question,<br \/>\nas though some bird had called it,<br \/>\nas though his beak my song wrung out,<br \/>\ntearing free the lost rib rhythm<br \/>\nof that dark place,<br \/>\nmoon horn to blood born singing<br \/>\nthe living scream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheAwakeningVx3.mp3 &nbsp; I have tried in the moon\u2019s bent sphere to be alive, and in the hung wild, spinning free, the summer in my eyes, the hard yew swinging over the drunk sea and the sun yawing in the young boughs\u2026 But somewhere I had heard a question, as though some bird had called it, [&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-65","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemsofbecoming"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65","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=65"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1899,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65\/revisions\/1899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}