{"id":15505,"date":"2019-08-01T01:00:45","date_gmt":"2019-08-01T06:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15505"},"modified":"2019-08-01T01:33:11","modified_gmt":"2019-08-01T06:33:11","slug":"sonnet-for-what-remains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15505","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet for What Remains"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the world I thought of after he died is not very different from this world<br \/>\nexcept all the chapels are plain, even among those dripping Irish hills<br \/>\nwhere thunderclouds break like responsorial psalms on vacant pews<br \/>\n&amp; all the birds are cardinals, even in Manhattan, so the man holding birdseed<br \/>\non the bench sitting rigid as royalty is engulfed in small living fires.<br \/>\nin my world it was East German punk music that toppled the Berlin Wall<br \/>\n&amp; in the gulch left behind grew poppies that meant nothing. in my world<br \/>\na snipped orchid is not very different from a wet leaf stuck to a tire &amp; here<br \/>\nthe ocean is just another dark embrace that people like me refuse to refuse<br \/>\n\u2014 yet much remains. in my world dust under the rug is still dust.<br \/>\nthe hair his barber missed is still coiled behind his ear.<br \/>\na needle still convinces his skin to pinch &amp; somewhere another father<br \/>\nturns a blue lamp into a morpho<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15487\">JAMES KELLY QUIGLEY<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the world I thought of after he died is not very different from this world except all the chapels are plain, even among those dripping Irish hills where thunderclouds break like responsorial psalms on vacant pews &amp; all the birds are cardinals, even in Manhattan, so the man holding birdseed on the bench sitting rigid [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2041,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[59],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-425","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15505"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2041"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15505"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15505\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15506,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15505\/revisions\/15506"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15505"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15505"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15505"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}