{"id":183274,"date":"2021-05-03T12:00:52","date_gmt":"2021-05-03T11:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=183274"},"modified":"2021-04-19T06:20:37","modified_gmt":"2021-04-19T05:20:37","slug":"kiss-of-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2021\/05\/kiss-of-the-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"Kiss of the Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If, as they say, poetry is a sign of something<br \/>\namong people, then let this be prearranged now,<br \/>\nbetween us, while we are still peoples: that<br \/>\nat the end of time, which is also the end of poetry<br \/>\n(and wheat and evil and insects and love),<br \/>\nwhen the entire human race gathers in the flesh,<br \/>\nreconstituted down to the infant\u2019s tiniest fold<br \/>\nand littlest nail, I will be standing at the edge<br \/>\nof that fathomless crowd with an orange for you,<br \/>\nreconstituted down to its innermost seed protected<br \/>\nby white thread, in case you are thirsty, which<br \/>\ndoes not at this time seem like such a wild guess,<br \/>\nand though there will be no poetry between us then,<br \/>\nat the end of time, the geese all gone with the seas,<br \/>\nI hope you will take it, and remember on earth<br \/>\nI did not know how to touch it it was all so raw,<br \/>\nand if by chance there is no edge to the crowd<br \/>\nor anything else so that I am of it,<br \/>\nI will take the orange and toss it as high as I can.<\/p>\n<p>_____________________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/maryruefle_grande.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-183275 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/maryruefle_grande-e1618809294698.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"101\" \/><\/a>Mary Ruefle is an American poet, essayist, and professor. She has published many collections of poetry, the most recent of which, <\/em>Dunce<em>, was longlisted for the National Book Award in Poetry and was a finalist for the 2020 Pulitzer Prize.<\/em> <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Mary_Ruefle\" >Wikipedia<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If, as they say, poetry is a sign of something<br \/>\namong people, then let this be prearranged now,<br \/>\nbetween us, while we are still peoples: that<br \/>\nat the end of time, which is also the end of poetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":115837,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[868],"class_list":["post-183274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-format","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183274","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=183274"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/183274\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/115837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=183274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=183274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=183274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}