{"id":510,"date":"2007-05-03T20:14:33","date_gmt":"2007-05-04T00:14:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/05\/03\/nathaniel-bellows-horticultural\/"},"modified":"2007-05-03T20:14:33","modified_gmt":"2007-05-04T00:14:33","slug":"nathaniel-bellows-horticultural","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/05\/03\/nathaniel-bellows-horticultural\/","title":{"rendered":"Nathaniel Bellows, &#8220;Horticultural&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>I did not saw the fallen tree&#8212;not all<br \/>\nof it had fallen&#8212;because somehow each spring,<br \/>\nthe rotted half still mysteriously bloomed.<\/p>\n<p>In the orchard we hung iron fruit, syrup-coated<br \/>\ndecoys to fool devouring convoys of insects.<br \/>\nThe harvest suffered but survived the early frost,<br \/>\nand we grew sick of the sweetness of peaches.<\/p>\n<p>We ate from the garden till it was spent, then<br \/>\nthrew its left-behinds at each other&#8212;failures<br \/>\nstill in their beds, scabbed over with saltmarsh hay.<\/p>\n<p>Although the holly never went out of leaf,<br \/>\nwe only clipped the branches, the berries<br \/>\nfor the cold season when Joy took root in the house<br \/>\nand crept from room to room like a scarlet vine.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0393062406\"><i>Why Speak?<\/i><\/a> Bellows will read tonight at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.morningsidebookshop.com\/\">Morningside Bookshop<\/a>; he was also <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/audiopages\/2002\/02\/17\/books\/20020217bellows-audio.html?_r=1&#038;oref=slogin\">the first poet to read on the <i>NY Times<\/i> website<\/a> back in 2002.<\/p>\n<p>(And, yes, I had so much fun running poems for National Poetry Month I&#8217;m going to keep at it for a while. Enjoy!)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I did not saw the fallen tree&#8212;not all of it had fallen&#8212;because somehow each spring, the rotted half still mysteriously bloomed. In the orchard we hung iron fruit, syrup-coated decoys to fool devouring convoys of insects. The harvest suffered but survived the early frost, and we grew sick of the sweetness of peaches. We ate [&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\/510"}],"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=510"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/510\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=510"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=510"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=510"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}