{"id":324,"date":"2010-11-19T22:43:25","date_gmt":"2010-11-20T03:43:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=324"},"modified":"2010-11-19T22:43:25","modified_gmt":"2010-11-20T03:43:25","slug":"seamus-heaney-the-birch-grove","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/324\/poems\/seamus-heaney-the-birch-grove\/","title":{"rendered":"Seamus Heaney &#8211; The Birch Grove"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At the foot of a garden, in earshot of river water,<br \/>\nIn a corner walled off like the baths or bake-house<br \/>\nOf an unroofed abbey or broken-floored Roman villa,<br \/>\nThey have planted their birch grove. Planted it recently only<br \/>\nBut already each morning it puts forth in the sun<br \/>\nLike their own long grown-up selves, the white of the bark<br \/>\nAs suffused and cool as the white of the satin nightdress<br \/>\nShe bends and straightens up in, pouring tea,<br \/>\nSitting across from where he dandles a sandal<br \/>\nOn his big time-keeping foot, as bare as an abbot&#8217;s.<br \/>\nRed brick and slate, plum tree and apple retain<br \/>\nTheir credibility, a CD of Bach is making the rounds<br \/>\nOf the common or garden air. Above them a jet trail<br \/>\nTapers and waves like a willow wand or a taper.<br \/>\n&#8220;If art teaches us anything,&#8221; he says, trumping life<br \/>\nWith a quote, &#8220;it&#8217;s that the human condition is private.&#8221;<\/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>At the foot of a garden, in earshot of river water, In a corner walled off like the baths or bake-house Of an unroofed abbey or broken-floored Roman villa, They have planted their birch grove. Planted it recently only But already each morning it puts forth in the sun Like their own long grown-up selves, <a href='https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/324\/poems\/seamus-heaney-the-birch-grove\/' 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":[],"class_list":["post-324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/324","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=324"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/324\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":325,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/324\/revisions\/325"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}