{"id":98783,"date":"2017-09-18T12:00:11","date_gmt":"2017-09-18T11:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=98783"},"modified":"2017-09-17T12:18:27","modified_gmt":"2017-09-17T11:18:27","slug":"and-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2017\/09\/and-night\/","title":{"rendered":"And Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was watching the mist with you<\/p>\n<p>It spread over the brim of the cliffs,<br \/>\nEaves that drooped and disappeared<br \/>\nOnce the sun began to show<\/p>\n<p>No use to climb, or try, again,<br \/>\nThe angles had been shorn:<br \/>\nBetter to lie and gaze for now,<br \/>\nThe heights in their harmony,<br \/>\nWe on our bed in the browning grass<\/p>\n<p>Why move?<\/p>\n<p>A thickness of stars<br \/>\nPressed the questions out of us<br \/>\nAnd the tarn was close,<br \/>\nIts surface every bit a wonder<br \/>\nGiving back<\/p>\n<p>To cross it led to nowhere new<br \/>\nExcept for lifting up the oars,<br \/>\nExcept for lingering: why not?<\/p>\n<p>There was space between the circling trees,<br \/>\nAnother stream, untrodden splintered paths<br \/>\nTo choose when we had time<br \/>\nEnough of autumn chill and breaking days<\/p>\n<p>And night, and night<br \/>\n_______________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/emanuel-Garcia-e1499591161992.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-95249\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/emanuel-Garcia-e1499591161992.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"151\" \/><\/a><em>Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia <\/em><em>is a member of the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/\" >TRANSCEND Network for Peace, Development and Environment<\/a><em>, 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>I was watching the mist with you<br \/>\nIt spread over the brim of the cliffs,<br \/>\nEaves that drooped and disappeared<br \/>\nOnce the sun began to show<\/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-98783","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98783","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=98783"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98783\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98783"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98783"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98783"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}