{"id":1258,"date":"2009-03-01T20:54:00","date_gmt":"2009-03-01T20:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/?p=1258"},"modified":"2009-03-01T20:54:00","modified_gmt":"2009-03-01T20:54:00","slug":"1258","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/?p=1258","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"
I daydream constantly. Essentially, that’s what I do for a living. Lilith is asleep, so I’m getting some work done tonight. While I was typing, I started thinking about poems that have moved me throughout my life… in particular, poems that make me think of my husband, and how much I love him. And I remembered…<\/p>\n
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
\nor the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
\nI love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
\nin secret, between the shadow and the soul.<\/p>\n
I love you as the plant that never blooms
\nbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
\nthanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
\nrisen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.<\/p>\n
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
\nI love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
\nso I love you because I know no other way<\/p>\n
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
\nso close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
\nso close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I daydream constantly. Essentially, that’s what I do for a living. Lilith is asleep, so I’m getting some work done tonight. While I was typing, I started thinking about poems that have moved me throughout my life… in particular, poems that make me think of my husband, and how much I love him. And I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-babbling"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1258","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1258"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1258\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonomnismoriar.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}