{"id":1142,"date":"2009-09-12T13:54:04","date_gmt":"2009-09-12T13:54:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/meeseeks:5080\/blog\/?p=1142"},"modified":"2009-09-12T13:54:04","modified_gmt":"2009-09-12T13:54:04","slug":"poem-cheyenne-mountain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/2009\/09\/poem-cheyenne-mountain\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem:  Cheyenne Mountain"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885), a schoolmate and life-long friend of Emily Dickinson. In 1881, after moving west, she wrote an account of the US mistreatment of American Indians, <em>&#8220;A Century of Dishonour&#8221;<\/em>.\u00a0 On learning of her death, Emily Dickinson said: &#8220;<em>Dear friend, can you walk<\/em>, were the last words that I wrote her.\u00a0 <em>Dear friend, I can fly<\/em> &#8211; her immortal reply.&#8221; Today, Cheyenne Mountain hosts the underground operations center for the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD).<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1143\" title=\"Cheyenne Mountain CO\" src=\"https:\/\/meeseeks:5080\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/Cheyenne-Mountain-CO-300x111.jpg\" alt=\"Cheyenne Mountain CO\" width=\"300\" height=\"111\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>Cheyenne Mountain<\/em><br \/>\nBy easy slope to west as if it had<br \/>\nNo thought, when first its soaring was begun,<br \/>\nExcept to look devoutly to the sun,<br \/>\nIt rises, and has risen, until, glad,<br \/>\nWith light as with a garment, it is clad,<br \/>\nEach dawn, before the tardy plains have won<br \/>\nOne ray; and after day has long been done<br \/>\nFor us, the light doth cling reluctant, sad<br \/>\nTo leave its brow.<br \/>\nBeloved mountain, I<br \/>\nThy worshipper, as thou the sun&#8217;s, each morn,<br \/>\nMy dawn, before the dawn, receive from thee;<br \/>\nAnd think, as thy rose-tinted peaks I see,<br \/>\nThat thou wert great when Homer was not born,<br \/>\nAnd ere thou change all human song shall die!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nPrevious poems are <a href=\"http:\/\/meeseeks:5080\/blog\/category\/poetry\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885), a schoolmate and life-long friend of Emily Dickinson. In 1881, after moving west, she wrote an account of the US mistreatment of American Indians, &#8220;A Century of Dishonour&#8221;.\u00a0 On learning of her death, Emily Dickinson said: &#8220;Dear friend, can you walk, were the last words that I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","p1","y2009","m09","d12","h13"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1142","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1142\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}