{"id":1678,"date":"2015-06-26T19:46:35","date_gmt":"2015-06-26T22:46:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/?p=1678"},"modified":"2015-06-26T19:46:35","modified_gmt":"2015-06-26T22:46:35","slug":"reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/archives\/1678","title":{"rendered":"Reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Another poem salvaged from my school days. This has long been tucked inside my Wordsworth book, along with the Lucy poems &#8211; it&#8217;s about as derivative as it is possible to get, possibly to the point of litigation.\u00a0Typical sixth-form clich\u00e9d approach too. By the date I can see that I had recently\u00a0taken A-levels, Wordsworth being on the syllabus. But its one of the few connections I have with myself at that time.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Antique-Ebony-Hand-Mirror-M103.gif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-1679\" src=\"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Antique-Ebony-Hand-Mirror-M103.gif\" alt=\"Antique-Ebony-Hand-Mirror-M103\" width=\"312\" height=\"213\" \/><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Reflections<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This was the glass she used; her eyes<br \/>\nOnce lay where mine gaze back at me.<br \/>\nHer gentle fingers once caressed<br \/>\nThis very same carved ebony.<\/p>\n<p>She sat\u00a0upon this very seat<br \/>\nWhere even now in sad despair<br \/>\nI weep to think of those soft eyes<br \/>\nI knew so well; I&#8217;d learned to care.<\/p>\n<p>What means it now to her? She lies<br \/>\nWith all the world her winding sheet.<br \/>\nAnd leaves her glass to me, a friend<br \/>\nUntil in death again we meet<\/p>\n<p><em>M\u00e1laga, 10 November 1966<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Another poem salvaged from my school days. This has long been tucked inside my Wordsworth book, along with the Lucy poems &#8211; it&#8217;s about as derivative as it is possible to get, possibly to the point of litigation.\u00a0Typical sixth-form clich\u00e9d &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/archives\/1678\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[32,28,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1678","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-for-fb","category-poetry","category-writings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1678","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1678"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1678\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1680,"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1678\/revisions\/1680"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1678"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1678"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eayrs.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1678"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}