{"id":2261,"date":"2012-01-30T08:43:06","date_gmt":"2012-01-30T13:43:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=2261"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:11:06","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:11:06","slug":"winter-poems-by-matthew-gasda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/winter-poems-by-matthew-gasda\/","title":{"rendered":"Winter Poems by Matthew Gasda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/snow.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2263\" title=\"snow\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/snow.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"585\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/snow.jpg 585w, http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/snow-300x128.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 585px) 100vw, 585px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>1<br \/>\nI feel suspended in you now, silent.<br \/>\nBare. Jangling in the cleft between your ribs.<\/p>\n<p>The cold is like a stake, driven into<br \/>\nThe womb of memory.<\/p>\n<p>Driven into that terrible heaven where<br \/>\nWe collect the milk of worn out stars.<\/p>\n<p>2<br \/>\nI curl the moon into a Japanese lamp<br \/>\nAnd weave it like a golden thread into the dark.<\/p>\n<p>Next winter we will be flowers, nested<br \/>\nUnderneath the snow,<\/p>\n<p>Our eyelids cut off<br \/>\nWith a paper knife.<\/p>\n<p>3<br \/>\nLike invisible birds, bands of angels<br \/>\nIn the snow.<\/p>\n<p>I am afraid of their eyes, sunburned<br \/>\nAnd barren like darkness;<\/p>\n<p>The solemn flapping of their wings,<br \/>\nTheir songs like stars.<\/p>\n<p>4<br \/>\nThe body is shattered by faith,<br \/>\nStripped and hacked to nothing.<\/p>\n<p>I am brought out to a stone in the woods,<br \/>\nAnd laid out, my throat cut like a dog\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>The moon rises slick with gore,<br \/>\n\u201cO! Creature of love.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>5<br \/>\nBirches, visible now because<br \/>\nThe stars are falling.<\/p>\n<p>Someone has picked the night<br \/>\nOpen with the rib of man.<\/p>\n<p>To drink, I must break up the ice that has<br \/>\nClustered around the well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1 I feel suspended in you now, silent. Bare. Jangling in the cleft between your ribs. The cold is like a stake, driven into The womb of memory. Driven into that terrible heaven where We collect the milk of worn out stars. 2 I curl the moon into a Japanese lamp And weave it like [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,219,199],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2261"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2261"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2261\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3214,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2261\/revisions\/3214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}