{"id":778,"date":"2013-08-11T21:13:57","date_gmt":"2013-08-12T04:13:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=778"},"modified":"2016-07-12T11:59:41","modified_gmt":"2016-07-12T18:59:41","slug":"0811","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/08\/11\/0811\/","title":{"rendered":"0811"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/082013\/0811.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0811<br \/>\nMy hats are my proems<\/p>\n<p><strong>To My Wife &#8211; With A Copy Of My Poems <\/strong><br \/>\nBy Oscar Wilde<\/p>\n<p>I can write no stately proem<br \/>\nAs a prelude to my lay;<br \/>\nFrom a poet to a poem<br \/>\nI would dare to say.<\/p>\n<p>For if of these fallen petals<br \/>\nOne to you seem fair,<br \/>\nLove will waft it till it settles<br \/>\nOn your hair.<\/p>\n<p>And when wind and winter harden<br \/>\nAll the loveless land,<br \/>\nIt will whisper of the garden,<br \/>\nYou will understand.<\/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(\"0811 My hats are my proems To My Wife - With A Copy Of My Poems By Oscar Wilde I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair. And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.\", \"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>0811 My hats are my proems To My Wife &#8211; With A Copy Of My Poems By Oscar Wilde I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/08\/11\/0811\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0811<\/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":[84,77],"class_list":["post-778","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-hair","tag-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/778"}],"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=778"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/778\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1655,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/778\/revisions\/1655"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=778"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=778"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=778"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}