{"id":1460,"date":"2017-06-07T10:30:15","date_gmt":"2017-06-07T14:30:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=1460"},"modified":"2017-05-28T10:31:46","modified_gmt":"2017-05-28T14:31:46","slug":"czeslaw-milosz-preface","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2017\/1460\/poems\/czeslaw-milosz-preface\/","title":{"rendered":"Czeslaw Milosz: Preface"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>First, plain speech in the mother tongue.<br \/>\nHearing it you should be able to see,<br \/>\nAs if in a flash of summer lightning,<br \/>\nApple trees, a river, the bend of a road.<\/p>\n<p>And it should contain more than images.<br \/>\nSingsong lured it into being,<br \/>\nMelody, a daydream. Defenseless,<br \/>\nIt was bypassed by the dry, sharp world.<\/p>\n<p>You often ask yourself why you feel shame<br \/>\nWhenever you look through a book of poems.<br \/>\nAs if the author, for reasons unclear to you,<br \/>\nAddressed the worst side of your nature,<br \/>\nPushing thought aside, cheating thought.<\/p>\n<p>Poetry, seasoned with satire, clowning,<br \/>\nJokes, still knows how to please.<br \/>\nThen its excellence is much admired.<br \/>\nBut serious combat, where life is at stake,<br \/>\nIs fought in prose. It was not always so.<\/p>\n<p>And our regret has remained unconfessed.<br \/>\nNovels and essays serve but will not last.<br \/>\nOne clear stanza can take more weight<br \/>\nThan a whole wagon of elaborate prose.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>First, plain speech in the mother tongue. Hearing it you should be able to see, As if in a flash of summer lightning, Apple trees, a river, the bend of a road. And it should contain more than images. Singsong lured it into being, Melody, a daydream. Defenseless, It was bypassed by the dry, sharp <a href='http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2017\/1460\/poems\/czeslaw-milosz-preface\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[323],"class_list":["post-1460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-on-the-value-of-a-certain-kind-of-poetry","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1460","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1460"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1460\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1461,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1460\/revisions\/1461"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1460"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1460"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1460"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}