{"id":611,"date":"2010-10-25T13:00:08","date_gmt":"2010-10-25T17:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/?p=611"},"modified":"2010-10-24T22:02:39","modified_gmt":"2010-10-25T02:02:39","slug":"i-have-closed-myself-as-fingers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/2010\/10\/25\/i-have-closed-myself-as-fingers\/","title":{"rendered":"I Have Closed Myself As Fingers"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond<br \/>\nany experience, your eyes have their silence:<br \/>\nin your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<br \/>\nor which i cannot touch because they are too near<\/p>\n<p>your slightest look easily will unclose me<br \/>\nthough i have closed myself as fingers,<br \/>\nyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<br \/>\n(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose<\/p>\n<p>or if your wish be to close me, i and<br \/>\nmy life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,<br \/>\nas when the heart of this flower imagines<br \/>\nthe snow carefully everywhere descending;<\/p>\n<p>nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<br \/>\nthe power of your intense fragility: whose texture<br \/>\ncompels me with the color of its countries,<br \/>\nrendering death and forever with each breathing<\/p>\n<p>(i do not know what it is about you that closes<br \/>\nand opens; only something in me understands<br \/>\nthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<br \/>\nnobody, not even the rain, has such small hands<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&mdash;E.E. Cummings<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[517,2549],"class_list":["post-611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","tag-friend-recommended","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=611"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<!-- WP Super Cache is installed but broken. The path to wp-cache-phase1.php in wp-content/advanced-cache.php must be fixed! -->