{"id":850,"date":"2011-07-07T13:28:14","date_gmt":"2011-07-07T17:28:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=850"},"modified":"2011-07-07T13:33:58","modified_gmt":"2011-07-07T17:33:58","slug":"eyes-only","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2011\/07\/eyes-only\/","title":{"rendered":"Eyes Only"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>by Linda Pastan<\/p>\n<p>Dear lost sharer<br \/>\nof silences,<br \/>\nI would send a letter<br \/>\nthe way the tree sends messages<br \/>\nin leaves,<br \/>\nor the sky in exclamations<br \/>\nof pure cloud.<\/p>\n<div>\nTherefore I write<\/div>\n<div>in this blue<\/div>\n<div>ink, color<\/div>\n<div>of secret veins<\/div>\n<div>and arteries.<\/div>\n<div>It is morning here.<\/div>\n<div>Already the postman walks<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>the innocent streets,<\/div>\n<div>dangerous as Aeolus<\/div>\n<div>with his bag of winds,<\/div>\n<div>or Hermes, the messenger,<\/div>\n<div>god of sleep and dreams<\/div>\n<div>who traces my image<\/div>\n<div>upon this stamp.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>In public buildings<\/div>\n<div>letters are weighed<\/div>\n<div>and sorted like meat;<\/div>\n<div>in railway stations<\/div>\n<div>huge sacks of mail<\/div>\n<div>are hidden like robbers&#8217; booty<\/div>\n<div>behind freight-car doors.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>And in another city<\/div>\n<div>the conjurer<\/div>\n<div>will hold a fan of letters<\/div>\n<div>before your outstretched hand\u2014<\/div>\n<div>&#8220;Pick any card. . . &#8220;<\/div>\n<div>You must tear the envelope<\/div>\n<div>as you would tear bread.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>Only then dark rivers<\/div>\n<div>of ink will thaw<\/div>\n<div>and flow<\/div>\n<div>under all the bridges<\/div>\n<div>we have failed<\/div>\n<div>to build<\/div>\n<div>between us.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>&#8211;<em>Read at St. Lydia&#8217;s on July 3<\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Linda Pastan Dear lost sharer of silences, I would send a letter the way the tree sends messages in leaves, or the sky in exclamations of pure cloud. Therefore I write in this blue ink, color of secret veins and arteries. It is morning here. Already the postman walks the innocent streets, dangerous as [&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\/850"}],"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=850"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":852,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850\/revisions\/852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}