{"id":84614,"date":"2016-12-26T12:00:20","date_gmt":"2016-12-26T12:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=84614"},"modified":"2016-12-22T17:11:10","modified_gmt":"2016-12-22T17:11:10","slug":"nocturne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2016\/12\/nocturne\/","title":{"rendered":"Nocturne"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By degree the grasses,<br \/>\nBark, the sharp<br \/>\nAngled faces of rock,<br \/>\nThe hanging mist around us,<br \/>\nAll turned dark<\/p>\n<p>Only the brooks<br \/>\nWe chose to follow<br \/>\nKept \u2013 at junctures,<br \/>\nLeaps, declivities,<br \/>\nOver impediments \u2013<br \/>\nA native white<\/p>\n<p>Beneath the undiminished stars<br \/>\nI might have rested<br \/>\nRelishing how, unperturbed,<br \/>\nThey endlessly flash forth,<br \/>\nI might have carefully<br \/>\nArranged my bones<br \/>\nTo nestle in the earth<br \/>\nWhere I might watch<br \/>\nHow they would disappear<br \/>\nAs daylight coaxed<br \/>\nOur breaking truths<\/p>\n<p>But we were traveling<br \/>\nTogether, there was only<br \/>\nTime for pace, pursuit,<br \/>\nDisguise, abandonment,<br \/>\nFor grappling inward,<br \/>\nStealing, lavishing our woes<br \/>\nWith every brief embrace<br \/>\nBefore the colours crept<br \/>\nFrom hiding into view,<br \/>\nBefore the calmer waters,<br \/>\nWhen at last we paused,<br \/>\nShowed growing strange<\/p>\n<p>I read nothing in the skies<br \/>\nThat day,<br \/>\nWhere or how they merged,<br \/>\nWhere or how you fled,<br \/>\nAnd I,<br \/>\nThat night,<br \/>\nThe unimaginably new.<br \/>\n________________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/emanuel-garcia.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-81513\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/emanuel-garcia-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at <\/em><a href=\"mailto:emanuelegarcia@gmail.com\"><em>emanuelegarcia@gmail.com<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By degree the grasses,<br \/>\nBark, the sharp<br \/>\nAngled faces of rock,<br \/>\nThe hanging mist around us,<br \/>\nAll turned dark<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-84614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84614","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=84614"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84614\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=84614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=84614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=84614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}