{"id":11584,"date":"2016-08-09T08:00:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-09T08:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=11584"},"modified":"2016-07-28T13:06:18","modified_gmt":"2016-07-28T13:06:18","slug":"victor-buehring-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/victor-buehring-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Victor Buehring"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Behind me<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><\/strong><br \/>\n<em>But off the highway \u2013 who is it? His track is lost in the undergrowth, the bushes close together behind him. The grass straightens up, the wilderness swallows him<\/em>\u00a0 \u2013 Goethe: \u2018Winter Journey in the Harz\u2019<\/p>\n<p>The fleeting shadow that I cast, lifts<br \/>\nas I leave the wilds behind me<br \/>\nand the bushes through which I break spring back<br \/>\nand the tall grass I tread slowly rises<br \/>\nbehind me as everything returns<br \/>\nto the way it was before I passed<\/p>\n<p>And the undergrowth swallows up the tracks<br \/>\nalong the path trailing behind me<br \/>\nand my footfall\u2019s echoes fade all away<br \/>\nas the nightingale goes on singing<br \/>\nbehind me. And at last<br \/>\neverything\u2019s as it was before I passed<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Victor Buehring<\/strong> enjoys making assemblage art (see:<a href=\"https:\/\/artrospektive.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/artrospektive.com\/<\/a>\u00a0) and writing. His poetry has been published in The Interpreter\u2019s House, Orbis, Elbow Room, The Journal, Carillon Magazine, Ink Sweat &amp; Tears and Eunoia Review]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Behind me But off the highway \u2013 who is it? His track is lost in the undergrowth, the bushes close together behind him. The grass straightens up, the wilderness swallows him\u00a0 \u2013 Goethe: \u2018Winter Journey in the Harz\u2019 The fleeting shadow that I cast, lifts as I leave the wilds behind me [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11584","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11584","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11584"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11584\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11588,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11584\/revisions\/11588"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}