{"id":1704,"date":"2011-08-17T21:13:18","date_gmt":"2011-08-18T02:13:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=1704"},"modified":"2011-08-17T21:13:18","modified_gmt":"2011-08-18T02:13:18","slug":"its-poets-all-the-way-back-photoaday-project365","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=1704","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s poets all the way back #photoaday #project365"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sgerald\/6054835492\/\" title=\"Day 230:  It's poets all the way back by Sharon Gerald, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6068\/6054835492_f1dcfa2a70.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"Day 230:  It's poets all the way back\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>230 of 360.<\/p>\n<p>I got this book in the mail today that was published by a Florence Gerald in 1880.  She was my great-great-great-great-grandfather&#8217;s great-granddaughter.  Please don&#8217;t ask me to figure out what that means.  <\/p>\n<p>She was neither the best nor the worst poet of the 19th century.  I can only hope someone will be so kind as to say this much of me in another 130 years.  <\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s an example of her poetry&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The Heart and the Shell<\/p>\n<p>by Florence M Gerald <\/p>\n<p>You wonder why some hearts sing on,<br \/>\nWhen all life&#8217;s coming grace<br \/>\nAnd all its beauteous tints are gone,<br \/>\nAnd left but sorrow&#8217;s trace.<\/p>\n<p>I pray thee place this pink sea-shell<br \/>\nClose, close unto thine ear;<br \/>\nNow tell me, is the music sweet<br \/>\nWhich from its depths you hear?<\/p>\n<p>It sings and sings the livelong day, &#8212;<br \/>\nThis dainty, coiled shell, &#8212;<br \/>\nAnd yet within its polished halls<br \/>\nNo living things doth dwell.<\/p>\n<p>That which did give it life and breath<br \/>\nIs left beside the shore,<br \/>\nWhere ever on the sanded beach<br \/>\nThe ceaseless waters pour.<\/p>\n<p>Tis empty now, and yet it sings<br \/>\nEver the same strain on,<br \/>\nBecause the heart that once beat there<br \/>\nIs buried now and gone!<\/p>\n<p>And so with human sea-shells borne<br \/>\nFar from their native shore,<br \/>\nWith empty hearts they still sing on<br \/>\nAnd echo ocean&#8217;s roar.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>230 of 360. I got this book in the mail<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32,60],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1704","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-the-daily-happensnap"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1704","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1704"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1704\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1704"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1704"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}