{"id":453,"date":"2007-06-09T00:47:07","date_gmt":"2007-06-09T04:47:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/06\/09\/charles-wright-littlefootgood-luck-is-a-locked-door-but-the-keys-around-here-somewhere-meanwhile-half-hidden-under-the-thick-staircase-of-memory-one-hears-the-footsteps-go-up-and-the-footsteps-go-down\/"},"modified":"2010-01-19T01:00:36","modified_gmt":"2010-01-19T05:00:36","slug":"charles-wright-littlefoot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/06\/09\/charles-wright-littlefoot\/","title":{"rendered":"Charles Wright, from Littlefoot (#8)"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<pre>Good luck is a locked door,\r\n                          but the key's around here somewhere.\r\nMeanwhile, half-hidden under the thick staircase of memory,\r\nOne hears the footsteps go up and the footsteps go down.<\/pre>\n<pre>As water mirrors the moon, the earth mirrors heaven,\r\nWhere things without shadows have shadows.\r\nA lifetime isn't too much to pay\r\n                                for such a reflection.<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0374189668\"><i>Littlefoot<\/i><\/a> is a book-length poem in which <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/poet.php\/prmPID\/31\">Wright<\/a>, coming up on his seventieth birthday, confronts the big questions of life and death. <i>The New Yorker<\/i> published <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2007\/05\/07\/070507po_poem_wright\">section 14<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2007\/02\/19\/070219po_poem_wright\">section 32<\/a>, and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2007\/04\/02\/070402po_poem_wright\">section 34<\/a> earlier this year, while the Academy of American Poets put <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/19592\">section 19<\/a> on its website. Wright shows up frequently in our celebrations of poetry; I ran &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.beatrice.com\/archives\/001392.html\">Morning Occurence at Xanadu<\/a>&#8221; in 2005 and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.beatrice.com\/archives\/000314.html\">In Praise of Thomas Chatterton<\/a>&#8221; the year before that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Good luck is a locked door, but the key&#8217;s around here somewhere. Meanwhile, half-hidden under the thick staircase of memory, One hears the footsteps go up and the footsteps go down. As water mirrors the moon, the earth mirrors heaven, Where things without shadows have shadows. A lifetime isn&#8217;t too much to pay for such [&hellip;]<\/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\/453"}],"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=453"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/453\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=453"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=453"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=453"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}