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\nin a wood, drinking from an earthen
\njar that never empties. Pine needles
\nweave a net around, catching schools<\/p>\n
of light that swim through frozen
\nbranches. He studies a spangle
\nas if searching for its name and rubs
\nthe jagged scars burned across his face.<\/p>\n
Pine cones fall. Branches rattle. He mutters: Another angel, of suppler eye and wing, I should not say you<\/em>.” He pours out I have been a reed beside the winter river. “I am thousands. Then I will take the name An old angel takes his wine at a table in a wood, drinking from an earthen jar that never empties. Pine needles weave a net around, catching schools of light that swim through frozen branches. He studies a spangle as if searching for its name and rubs the jagged scars burned across his face. Pine […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-133","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=133"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=133"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=133"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=133"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n“Only fish philosophise the ice away<\/em>.”
\nAcross the fields gaunt cows
\nlower to the skies.<\/p>\n
\nsits atop a hill beneath a plum tree,
\nan urn of ashes in his lap. “Silent form<\/em>,”
\nhe says, “I will not say thou<\/em> to you.<\/p>\n
\nashes at his feet. A sparrow darts through
\ndissolving clouds. He asks, “Do I deserve you<\/em>?
\nI have been these stones. I have been that bird.<\/p>\n
\nBut I have never been the brightening
\nmelody.” He picks about the gravel,
\ndraws a white tongue across his teeth.<\/p>\n
\nof no tone\u2014I will be the greater gray.” <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"