{"id":310,"date":"2007-11-17T22:40:16","date_gmt":"2007-11-18T02:40:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/11\/17\/leslie-adrienne-miller-etude\/"},"modified":"2007-11-17T22:40:16","modified_gmt":"2007-11-18T02:40:16","slug":"leslie-adrienne-miller-etude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/11\/17\/leslie-adrienne-miller-etude\/","title":{"rendered":"Leslie Adrienne Miller, “Étude”"},"content":{"rendered":"

All my life before him, every word I wrote
\nhad heard the notes turning into air above the pages
\nand spinning my desire into jail and joy
\nor memory of someone not quite gone.
\nLike children in the womb or eggs asleep
\nin a girl’s all possible, the words I gave to paper
\nheard whatever I heard and bore the residue
\nof Janácek and Liszt, Grieg and Shostakovich.<\/p>\n

But when I met the man I’d marry, he gave me
\nnames for what I ‘d always loved without a word,
\nand played his bass beneath, beside and over me,
\nso I began to listen differently, the symphonies
\nthat once had slipped so easily beneath the page,
\nsuddenly a competition, and every day I turned
\nthe volume down a little more until there was
\nthis silence, these white pages that I offer you,
\nwritten without music. Except for the cry<\/p>\n

of my child.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

From The Resurrection Trade<\/i><\/a>, the fifth collection of Leslie Adrienne Miller<\/a>‘s poems. This poem has appeared in Ploughshares<\/i>, as have “A Connect-the-Dots Picture<\/a>” and “Holy Water<\/a>.”<\/p>\n

As Miller explains in an interview for Minnesota Public Radio<\/a>, the title of this collection comes from the 18th-century practice of robbing graves to supply medical schools with cadavers that could be used to teach anatomy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

All my life before him, every word I wrote had heard the notes turning into air above the pages and spinning my desire into jail and joy or memory of someone not quite gone. Like children in the womb or eggs asleep in a girl’s all possible, the words I gave to paper heard whatever […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=310"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}