{"id":702,"date":"2013-07-07T10:45:28","date_gmt":"2013-07-07T17:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=702"},"modified":"2016-04-27T15:42:17","modified_gmt":"2016-04-27T22:42:17","slug":"0707","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/07\/07\/0707\/","title":{"rendered":"0707"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/072013\/0707.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0707<br \/>\nYou otter know<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Otter <\/strong><br \/>\nBy Seamus Heaney<\/p>\n<p>When you plunged<br \/>\nThe light of Tuscany wavered<br \/>\nAnd swung through the pool<br \/>\nFrom top to bottom.<\/p>\n<p>I loved your wet head and smashing crawl,<br \/>\nYour fine swimmer&#8217;s back and shoulders<br \/>\nSurfacing and surfacing again<br \/>\nThis year and every year since.<\/p>\n<p>I sat dry-throated on the warm stones.<br \/>\nYou were beyond me.<br \/>\nThe mellowed clarities, the grape-deep air<br \/>\nThinned and disappointed.<\/p>\n<p>Thank God for the slow loadening,<br \/>\nWhen I hold you now<br \/>\nWe are close and deep<br \/>\nAs the atmosphere on water.<\/p>\n<p>My two hands are plumbed water.<br \/>\nYou are my palpable, lithe<br \/>\nOtter of memory<br \/>\nIn the pool of the moment,<\/p>\n<p>Turning to swim on your back,<br \/>\nEach silent, thigh-shaking kick<br \/>\nRe-tilting the light,<br \/>\nHeaving the cool at your neck.<\/p>\n<p>And suddenly you&#8217;re out,<br \/>\nBack again, intent as ever,<br \/>\nHeavy and frisky in your freshened pelt,<br \/>\nPrinting the stones.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0707 You otter know The Otter By Seamus Heaney When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your wet head and smashing crawl, Your fine swimmer\\'s back and shoulders Surfacing and surfacing again This year and every year since. I sat dry-throated on the warm stones. You were beyond me. The mellowed clarities, the grape-deep air Thinned and disappointed. Thank God for the slow loadening, When I hold you now We are close and deep As the atmosphere on water. My two hands are plumbed water. You are my palpable, lithe Otter of memory In the pool of the moment, Turning to swim on your back, Each silent, thigh-shaking kick Re-tilting the light, Heaving the cool at your neck. And suddenly you\\'re out, Back again, intent as ever, Heavy and frisky in your freshened pelt, Printing the stones.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0707 You otter know The Otter By Seamus Heaney When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your wet head and smashing crawl, Your fine swimmer&#8217;s back and shoulders Surfacing and surfacing again This year and every year since. I sat dry-throated on the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/07\/07\/0707\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0707<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[51],"class_list":["post-702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-animals"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=702"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":703,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702\/revisions\/703"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}