{"id":1,"date":"2008-05-09T19:36:17","date_gmt":"2008-05-10T00:36:17","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2008-06-09T19:37:01","modified_gmt":"2008-06-10T00:37:01","slug":"hello-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/2008\/05\/09\/hello-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Welcome"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The title The River of Bees comes from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=171872\">a poem of the same name by W.S. Merwin<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In a dream I returned to the river of bees<br \/>\nFive orange trees by the bridge and<br \/>\nBeside two mills my house<br \/>\nInto whose courtyard a blindman followed<br \/>\nThe goats and stood singing<br \/>\nOf what was older<\/p>\n<p>Soon it will be fifteen years<\/p>\n<p>He was old he will have fallen into his eyes<\/p>\n<p>I took my eyes<br \/>\nA long way to the calendars<br \/>\nRoom after room asking how shall I live<\/p>\n<p>One of the ends is made of streets<br \/>\nOne man processions carry through it<br \/>\nEmpty bottles their<br \/>\nImage of hope<br \/>\nIt was offered to me by name<\/p>\n<p>Once once and once<br \/>\nIn the same city I was born<br \/>\nAsking what shall I say<\/p>\n<p>He will have fallen into his mouth<br \/>\nMen think they are better than grass<\/p>\n<p>I return to his voice rising like a forkful of hay<\/p>\n<p>He was old he is not real nothing is real<br \/>\nNor the noise of death drawing water<\/p>\n<p>We are the echo of the future<\/p>\n<p>On the door it says what to do to survive<br \/>\nBut we were not born to survive<br \/>\nOnly to live<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>From <em>The Second Four Books of Poems<\/em> (Port Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press, 1993). Copyright \u00a9 1993 by W. S. Merwin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The title The River of Bees comes from a poem of the same name by W.S. Merwin: In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills my house Into whose courtyard a blindman followed The goats and stood singing Of what was older Soon [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1580,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1580"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/riverofbees\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}