{"id":4260,"date":"2012-07-30T23:57:16","date_gmt":"2012-07-30T23:57:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/meeseeks:5080\/blog\/?p=4260"},"modified":"2022-01-18T16:57:17","modified_gmt":"2022-01-18T16:57:17","slug":"poem-cape-cod","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/2012\/07\/poem-cape-cod\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem:  Cape Cod"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem-top\">A poem by <a href=\"http:\/\/meeseeks:5080\/blog\/?s=Santayana\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">George Santayana<\/a>.<\/div>\n<div><em>Cape Cod<\/em><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine,<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>The wide reach of bay and the long sky line,\u2014<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O, I am sick for home!<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The salt, salt smell of the thick sea air,<\/div>\n<div>And the smooth round stones that the ebbtides wear,\u2014<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When will the good ship come?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The wretched stumps all charred and burned,<\/div>\n<div>And the deep soft rut where the cartwheel turned,\u2014<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Why is the world so old?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The lapping wave, and the broad gray sky<\/div>\n<div>Where the cawing crows and the slow gulls fly,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where are the dead untold?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The thin, slant willows by the flooded bog,<\/div>\n<div>The huge stranded hulk and the floating log,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sorrow with life began!<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And among the dark pines, and along the flat shore,<\/div>\n<div>O the wind, and the wind, for evermore!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What will become of man?<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A poem by George Santayana. Cape Cod The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine, The wide reach of bay and the long sky line,\u2014 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O, I am sick for home! The salt, salt smell of the thick sea air, And the smooth round stones that the ebbtides wear,\u2014 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When will the good ship [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4260","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","p1","y2012","m07","d30","h23"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4260","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=4260"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4260\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10578,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4260\/revisions\/10578"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4260"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4260"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}