{"id":42107,"date":"2012-05-07T22:52:17","date_gmt":"2012-05-07T22:52:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2012\/05\/07\/karkadann-a-ghazal\/"},"modified":"2012-05-07T22:52:17","modified_gmt":"2012-05-07T22:52:17","slug":"karkadann-a-ghazal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2012\/05\/07\/karkadann-a-ghazal\/","title":{"rendered":"karkadann: a Ghazal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>with passion and fury I fly across the sands like the wind,<\/em><br \/><em> anger in fresh desert furrows, baring my teeth to the wind.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>my skin tingles, thrilled, as I imagine his deft touch again,<\/em><br \/><em> but moments are not genies nor spirits; they flee like the wind.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I sweep up the dunes, hard and proud, my mane and tail streaming,<\/em><br \/><em> stretched out to my limits, straining towards his kisses like the wind.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>never has my own kind shown me such tender ministrations,<\/em><br \/><em> dismissing my passion as foal&rsquo;s folly, soon cleansed by the wind.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>his adornments are fleeting, but my prince wields his fine sword well,<\/em><br \/><em> yet now I stand at the edge of the storm, defying the wind.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I am not to be called, to be caged, to be collared or chained;<\/em><br \/><em> try to reign me in, and I will flee like the hot desert wind.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>with passion and fury I fly across the sands like the wind, anger in fresh desert furrows, baring my teeth to the wind. my skin tingles, thrilled, as I imagine his deft touch again, but moments are not genies nor spirits; they flee like the wind. I sweep up the dunes, hard and proud, my &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2012\/05\/07\/karkadann-a-ghazal\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;karkadann: a Ghazal&#8221;<\/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":[1],"tags":[7957,11556,11759,11758,659,1174,11757],"class_list":["post-42107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-a-god-grown-old","tag-aggo","tag-ghazal","tag-karkadann","tag-poem","tag-poetry","tag-tikva"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42107","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42107"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42107\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}