{"id":2374,"date":"2007-08-17T15:45:00","date_gmt":"2007-08-17T15:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2374"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:27:13","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:27:13","slug":"poetry-friday-unexpected-sweetness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2374","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Unexpected Sweetness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is a reminder to myself&#8230; and maybe to you: not all things can be planned.<\/p>\n<p><b>Unharvested<\/b><\/p>\n<p>A scent of ripeness from over a wall.<br \/>And come to leave the routine road<br \/>And look for what had made me stall,<br \/>There sure enough was an apple tree <a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/RsXFRxm3OEI\/AAAAAAAAAJo\/goqg82jjHZM\/s1600-h\/apples.png\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"click to enlarge in new window\"><br \/><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=right src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/08\/apples.png\" \/><\/a><br \/>That had eased itself of its summer load,<br \/>And of all but its trivial foliage free,<br \/>Now breathed as light as a lady&#8217;s fan.<br \/>For there had been an apple fall<br \/>As complete as the apple had given man.<br \/>The ground was one circle of solid red.<\/p>\n<p>May something go always unharvested!<br \/>May much stay out of our stated plan,<br \/>Apples or something forgotten and left,<br \/>So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Unharvested&#8221; by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/poet.php\/prmPID\/192\" target=\"_blank\">Robert Frost<\/a> from <i>The Poetry of Robert Frost<\/i> \u00a9 Holt, Rinehart and Winston. Reprinted with permission.<\/p>\n<p>Poetry Friday round-up is over at <a href=\"http:\/\/kellyrfineman.livejournal.com\/\" target= _blank>Writing &#038; Ruminating<\/a>. Bon Weekend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is a reminder to myself&#8230; and maybe to you: not all things can be planned. Unharvested A scent of ripeness from over a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2374","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2374","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2374"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2374\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4262,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2374\/revisions\/4262"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2374"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2374"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}