{"id":701,"date":"2006-10-26T19:47:30","date_gmt":"2006-10-27T01:47:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/?p=701"},"modified":"2020-01-03T13:50:47","modified_gmt":"2020-01-03T18:50:47","slug":"the-long-day-called-thursday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/the-long-day-called-thursday\/","title":{"rendered":"The Long Day Called Thursday"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Newly awakened, I recognized<br \/>\nthe day &#8212; it was yesterday,<br \/>\nit was yesterday with another name,<br \/>\nit was friend I knew to be lost<br \/>\nwho came back to surprise me.<\/p>\n<p>Thursday, I said to it, wait for me,<br \/>\nI am going to dress. We&#8217;ll go out together<br \/>\nuntil you disappear into night.<br \/>\nYou shall die, I shall go on<br \/>\nawake and accustomed<br \/>\nto the satisfactions of dark.<\/p>\n<p>Things came about quite differently<br \/>\nas I shall tell in intimate detail.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I don&#8217;t really care for Neruda &#8212; much of his poetry strikes me as forced &#8212; but this one&#8217;s pretty nice, and after a day spent hunched at my computer, looking up only long enough, once in awhile, to chafe at my responsibilities, at the dullness of being responsible when it&#8217;s naughtiness I need &#8212; I can relate to the Thursday of the poem that turns finally into a tomb.<\/p>\n<p>The translation is by Alistair Reid, from a 1972 bilingual edition, in paperback, <em>Pablo Neruda Selected Poems<\/em>. [UPDATE: is it no longer in print? Not sure. <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/39ylZHk\">Here&#8217;s another option.<\/a>]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Newly awakened, I recognized the day &#8212; it was yesterday, it was yesterday with another name, it was friend I knew to be lost who came back to surprise me. Thursday, I said to it, wait for me, I am &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/the-long-day-called-thursday\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-701","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=701"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6143,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701\/revisions\/6143"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=701"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=701"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirstenmortensen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=701"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}