{"id":49,"date":"2015-03-05T03:22:24","date_gmt":"2015-03-05T03:22:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/?p=49"},"modified":"2017-12-11T00:51:40","modified_gmt":"2017-12-11T00:51:40","slug":"the-conscience-stricken-spirit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/?p=49","title":{"rendered":"The conscience-stricken spirit"},"content":{"rendered":"

This rescuee is from The Celtic Twilight<\/em>\u00a0by W B Yeats (p 9)\u00a0and The History of the Town and the County of the Town of Galway (1820)<\/em>\u00a0by James Hardiman (p 65). It’s the first one to have\u00a0a bit of a conversation going on.<\/p>\n

The conscience-stricken spirit<\/strong><\/p>\n

The spirit standing in the doorway
\nhad an infinite, heavy sadness to it;
\na weight of troubles from another world.<\/p>\n

Is you dead, I says.<\/p>\n

    What thinks you, he replied.
\n    When I was living my enemies took power,
\n    destroyed my castle, my kingdom.
\n    What I feared more than anything else came to pass:
\n    terrible misfortune on the land,
\n    winds of damage turned families and visionaries to peasants,
\n    pleasure of music and poems a memory,
\n    a place whose masters have no heart
\n    an earth whose heavens are foregoing\u2026<\/p>\n

He seemed kind, strong.<\/p>\n

    They are so distant from me, said he, neither day nor night,
\n    time nor words, make me feel that…
\n    If you would talk to… if you would…<\/p>\n

His voice began to fail.<\/p>\n

They see me as half-mad, I says, queer as a copper shilling.
\nTalking to you, about you, is no wise things for me.<\/p>\n

So I has written this down
\nI is no mystical person, I is already damaged,
\nlodging in this place
\nlonging to trim my own winged mind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This rescuee is from The Celtic Twilight\u00a0by W B Yeats (p 9)\u00a0and The History of the Town and the County of the Town of Galway (1820)\u00a0by James Hardiman (p 65). It’s the first one to have\u00a0a bit of a conversation going on. The conscience-stricken spirit The spirit standing in the doorway had an infinite, heavy … Continue reading The conscience-stricken spirit<\/span> →<\/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":[4],"tags":[14,16,13],"class_list":["post-49","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rescued-poem","tag-james-hardiman","tag-rescued-poem","tag-w-b-yeats"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=49"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":79,"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49\/revisions\/79"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=49"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=49"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rescuedpoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=49"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}