{"id":1899,"date":"2012-11-06T10:11:01","date_gmt":"2012-11-06T15:11:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=1899"},"modified":"2012-11-06T10:11:01","modified_gmt":"2012-11-06T15:11:01","slug":"separation-at-burnt-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2012\/11\/separation-at-burnt-island\/","title":{"rendered":"Separation at Burnt Island"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem-top\">\n<p>by\u00a0D. Nurkse<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"poem\">\n<div>\n<p>Brothers and sisters, who live after us,<\/p>\n<div>don&#8217;t be afraid of our loneliness,<\/div>\n<div>our dented wiffle ball, the little kerf<\/div>\n<div>the dog chewed in the orange Frisbee.<\/div>\n<div>Don&#8217;t grieve for our kite; not the frayed string<\/div>\n<div>that clings to your ankle, not the collapsed wing.<\/div>\n<div>We lived on earth, we married, we touched each other<\/div>\n<div>with our hands, with our hair that cannot feel<\/div>\n<div>but that we felt luxuriously, and with promises.<\/div>\n<div>We made these bike tracks in the sand<\/div>\n<div>\u2014don&#8217;t follow them\u2014and this calcined matchhead<\/div>\n<div>is the last statue of our King.<\/div>\n<div>We lived between Cygnus and Orion,<\/div>\n<div>resenting the blurriness of the Pleiades,<\/div>\n<div>in a house identical to its neighbors\u2014<\/div>\n<div>stepwise windows, ants never to be repelled,<\/div>\n<div>TV like a window into the mind<\/div>\n<div>that can&#8217;t stop talking, redwood deck<\/div>\n<div>facing the ocean.<\/div>\n<div>Everything was covered with sand; the seams<\/div>\n<div>of the white lace dress, the child&#8217;s hinged cup,<\/div>\n<div>the watch (even under the crystal), the legal papers.<\/div>\n<div>We were like you, or tried to be. We divided our treasures<\/div>\n<div>(a marble with no inside, a brooch from Siena),<\/div>\n<div>signed our names with all our strength, and went home<\/div>\n<div>in two directions, while the marriage continued<\/div>\n<div>without us in the whirling voice of gulls.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;<em>Read at St. Lydia&#8217;s on All Saints Sunday, November 4, 2012<\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by\u00a0D. Nurkse &nbsp; Brothers and sisters, who live after us, don&#8217;t be afraid of our loneliness, our dented wiffle ball, the little kerf the dog chewed in the orange Frisbee. Don&#8217;t grieve for our kite; not the frayed string that clings to your ankle, not the collapsed wing. We lived on earth, we married, we [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1899"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1899"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1899\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1901,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1899\/revisions\/1901"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1899"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1899"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1899"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}