{"id":334,"date":"2010-11-19T22:47:08","date_gmt":"2010-11-20T03:47:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=334"},"modified":"2010-11-19T22:47:08","modified_gmt":"2010-11-20T03:47:08","slug":"william-logan-2-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/334\/poems\/william-logan-2-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"William Logan &#8211; 2 poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Hedgehog in His Element<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Miserable, bullying, armed to the teeth,<br \/>\nlike a Sherman tank forced out of the brush<br \/>\nor St Sebastian bristlng with his arrows.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Spring in Odd Weather<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Not the dampness of opportunity, perhaps;<br \/>\nnor an irritating jumble of stimuli, choreographed<\/p>\n<p>by some renegade Balanchine; nor<br \/>\nthe particular razory liaison of May rain,<\/p>\n<p>enough to muzzle the tits in the greening hedge;<br \/>\nnor the lofty bloat of ruined cloud<\/p>\n<p>stalking the placid rape fields, which still<br \/>\nawaited an eighteenth-century painter<\/p>\n<p>who had failed to show; no, these, not even<br \/>\nthese could account for the whicker of spring chill,<\/p>\n<p>the Commerce that muzzled her admirers in Art,<br \/>\nthough above the fens, on the raw silhouette<\/p>\n<p>of a hill &#8211; tentative, protracted, new-risen with weeds<br \/>\nlike Iron Age spears &#8211; you stood your watch,<\/p>\n<p>staring out in something like astonishment,<br \/>\na porcelain doll blank in its own immortal gaze.<\/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>The Hedgehog in His Element Miserable, bullying, armed to the teeth, like a Sherman tank forced out of the brush or St Sebastian bristlng with his arrows. Spring in Odd Weather Not the dampness of opportunity, perhaps; nor an irritating jumble of stimuli, choreographed by some renegade Balanchine; nor the particular razory liaison of May <a href='https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/334\/poems\/william-logan-2-poems\/' 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-334","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\/334","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=334"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/334\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":335,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/334\/revisions\/335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=334"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=334"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=334"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}