{"id":556,"date":"2021-01-21T00:31:45","date_gmt":"2021-01-20T23:31:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/?page_id=556"},"modified":"2021-01-21T00:33:16","modified_gmt":"2021-01-20T23:33:16","slug":"lawrence-ferlinghetti","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/lawrence-ferlinghetti\/","title":{"rendered":"Lawrence Ferlinghetti"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>(A Coney Island of the Mind, 19)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>IN WOODS WHERE MANY RIVERS RUN<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In woods where many rivers run<br>among the unbent hills<br>and fields of our childhood<br>where ricks and rainbows mix in memory<br>although our \u2018fields\u2019 were streets<br>I see again those myriad mornings rise<br>when every living thing<br>cast its shadow in eternity<br>and all day long the light<br>like early morning<br>with its sharp shadows shadowing<br>a paradise<br>that I had hardly dreamed of<br>nor hardly knew to think<br>of this unshaved today<br>with its derisive rooks<br>that rise above dry trees<br>and caw and cry<br>and question every other<br>spring and thing<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/Schermata-2021-01-21-alle-00.30.43-1024x614.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-557\" width=\"583\" height=\"349\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/Schermata-2021-01-21-alle-00.30.43-1024x614.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/Schermata-2021-01-21-alle-00.30.43-600x360.png 600w, https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/Schermata-2021-01-21-alle-00.30.43-300x180.png 300w, https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/Schermata-2021-01-21-alle-00.30.43-768x460.png 768w, https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/Schermata-2021-01-21-alle-00.30.43.png 1378w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 583px) 100vw, 583px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>NEI BOSCHI DOVE MOLTI FIUMI SCORRONO<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nei boschi dove molti fiumi scorrono<br>tra le colline non sottomesse<br>e i campi della nostra infanzia<br>dove covoni e arcobaleni si fondono nel ricordo<br>anche se i nostri \u00abcampi\u00bb erano strade<br>rivedo ancora sorgere quelle miriadi di mattine<br>in cui ogni cosa vivente<br>proiettava la propria ombra nell\u2019eternit\u00e0<br>e per tutto il giorno la luce<br>come di primo mattino<br>con quelle sue ombre nette che adombravano<br>un paradiso<br>che mi ero a malapena sognato<br>e a malapena sapevo pensare<br>a quest\u2019oggi dalla barba incolta<br>con i suoi corvi beffardi<br>che prendono il volo da alberi secchi<br>e gracchiano e stridono<br>e mettono in dubbio ogni altra<br>primavera e cosa<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(A Coney Island of the Mind, 19) IN WOODS WHERE MANY RIVERS RUN In woods where many rivers runamong the unbent hillsand fields of our childhoodwhere ricks and rainbows mix<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/lawrence-ferlinghetti\/\" class=\"readmore\">Continue reading&#8230;<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Lawrence Ferlinghetti<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-556","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"translation":{"provider":"WPGlobus","version":"3.0.1","language":"en","enabled_languages":["it","en"],"languages":{"it":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false},"en":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false}}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/556","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=556"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/556\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":561,"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/556\/revisions\/561"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vanessatagliabueyorke.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}