{"id":6300,"date":"2014-02-16T22:02:57","date_gmt":"2014-02-16T22:02:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/meeseeks:5080\/blog\/?p=6300"},"modified":"2014-02-16T22:02:57","modified_gmt":"2014-02-16T22:02:57","slug":"poem-when-times-are-hard-and-old-friends-fall-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/2014\/02\/poem-when-times-are-hard-and-old-friends-fall-away\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem: When times are hard and old friends fall away"},"content":{"rendered":"

A sonnet by George Santayana, inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet #29. Santayana has cleverly kept the first line of the sextet.<\/p>\n

When times are hard and old friends fall away
\nAnd all alone I lose my hope and pluck,
\nDoubting if God can hear me when I pray,
\nAnd brood upon myself and curse my luck,
\nEnvying some stranger for his handsome face,
\nHis wit, his wealth, his chances, or his friends,
\nDesiring this man\u2019s brains and that man\u2019s place,
\nAnd vexed with all I have that makes amends,
\nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising, –
\nBy chance I think of you; and then my mind,
\nLike music from deep sullen murmurs rising
\nTo peals and raptures, leaves the earth behind:
\nFor if you care for me, what need I care
\nTo own the world or be a millionaire?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And here is Shakespeare’s #29:<\/p>\n

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
\nI all alone beweep my outcast state,
\nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
\nAnd look upon myself, and curse my fate,
\nWishing me like to one more rich in hope,
\nFeatur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
\nDesiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
\nWith what I most enjoy contented least;
\nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
\nHaply I think on thee, and then my state,
\nLike to the lark at break of day arising
\nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
\nFor thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
\nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A sonnet by George Santayana, inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet #29. Santayana has cleverly kept the first line of the sextet. When times are hard and old friends fall away And all alone I lose my hope and pluck, Doubting if God can hear me when I pray, And brood upon myself and curse my luck, […]<\/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-6300","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","p1","y2014","m02","d16","h22"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6300","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=6300"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6300\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6300"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6300"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vukutu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6300"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}