{"id":22675,"date":"2020-04-30T17:43:42","date_gmt":"2020-04-30T21:43:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=22675"},"modified":"2020-04-30T17:43:44","modified_gmt":"2020-04-30T21:43:44","slug":"this-year-last-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=22675","title":{"rendered":"this year, last year"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>One year ago, I <a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?p=21296\">posted this<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">Most trees have leafed out for two or three days.<br>Each leaf unfolding in place to fill its space, green;<br>But the trees that flowered are wilting now,<br>Bold blooms shrinking to leave more space between,<br>Dwindling to stipples along each bough.<br>Superimposed: a lacy screen, damascened,<br>Patches on a slate background--the dripping sky--<br>Grey except at some hidden place where a break<br>Must let the sun flood <em>up<\/em>&nbsp;to certain high<br>Shingles, a wire, a spire that's a streak<br>Of brilliant white. All silent, a still sheen,<br>Sheer, stretched thin to fade or end in a blaze.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p>It was a different time. Also a different place: I wrote it in our usual home in Cambridge, MA, but we have been sheltering for weeks in West Tisbury on Martha&#8217;s Vineyard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I will say one thing for the poem: it is precisely described. &#8220;Wire&#8221; and &#8220;spire&#8221; are convenient rhymes, and they probably look forced, but I actually watched the slender white spire of Memorial Church and a telephone wire, both lit from below by a band of setting sun breaking through low clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>(<a href=\"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/?cat=16\">Other poems on this site.<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One year ago, I posted this: Most trees have leafed out for two or three days.Each leaf unfolding in place to fill its space, green;But the trees that flowered are wilting now,Bold blooms shrinking to leave more space between,Dwindling to stipples along each bough.Superimposed: a lacy screen, damascened,Patches on a slate background&#8211;the dripping sky&#8211;Grey except [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22675","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22675","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=22675"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22675\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22705,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22675\/revisions\/22705"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22675"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22675"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peterlevine.ws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22675"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}