{"id":6584,"date":"2014-04-05T07:30:09","date_gmt":"2014-04-05T07:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6584"},"modified":"2014-04-05T07:31:39","modified_gmt":"2014-04-05T07:31:39","slug":"frank-c-praeger-for-national-poetry-month-in-the-us-and-canada","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/frank-c-praeger-for-national-poetry-month-in-the-us-and-canada\/","title":{"rendered":"Frank C. Praeger for National Poetry Month in the US and Canada"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Once More, For Betzabe\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Are you happy?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Is the wind blowing within you?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Does a mourning dove rest on your shoulder?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Do you wear in your lapel murmurs and caresses of your mother?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Are you conversant with the muted stirrings of yourself?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Have you washed in the rivulets of your sorrow?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Do you vanish with the passing of each day?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Can traces of yourself be found among leftover memorabilia?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And the geese, are the geese flying through your head?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And the grass, is its memorable uprightness yours?<\/p>\n<p>And whose silence is it that you have listened for so intently?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Are you happy?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Frank C. Praeger<\/strong> is a retired biologist who lives in the Keweenaw which is a peninnsula that juts out from the northwest corner of the Upper Pennisula of Michigan into Lake Superior.\u00a0 His poetry has appeared in various journals in both UK and USA.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Once More, For Betzabe\u00a0 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Are you happy? &nbsp; Is the wind blowing within you? &nbsp; Does a mourning dove rest on your shoulder? &nbsp; Do you wear in your lapel murmurs and caresses of your mother? &nbsp; Are you conversant with the muted stirrings of yourself? &nbsp; Have you [&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-6584","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6584","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=6584"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6584\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6586,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6584\/revisions\/6586"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}