{"id":894,"date":"2003-11-03T07:57:55","date_gmt":"2003-11-03T12:57:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/?p=894"},"modified":"2003-11-03T07:57:55","modified_gmt":"2003-11-03T12:57:55","slug":"two-more-from-l","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/2003\/11\/two-more-from-l\/","title":{"rendered":"Two more from Leigh Hunt"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today’s poem at Flos Carmeli is Leigh Hunt’s Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard<\/i>.<\/a> I would be surprised if Hunt didn’t<\/i> intend that poem to be amusing, as well as these two:
\nTo a Fish<\/b>
\nYou strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,
\nDreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea,
\nGulping salt-water everlastingly,
\nCold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced,
\nAnd mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste;
\nAnd you, all shapes beside, that fishy be,–
\nSome round, some flat, some long, all devilry,
\nLegless, unloving, infamously chaste:–
\nO scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,
\nWhat is’t ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?
\nHow do ye vary your vile days and nights?
\nHow pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles
\nIn ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes, and bites,
\nAnd drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles?
\nA Fish Answers<\/b>
\nAmazing monster! that, for aught I know,
\nWith the first sight of thee didst make our race
\nFor ever stare! O flat and shocking face,
\nGrimly divided from the breast below!
\nThou that on dry land horribly dost go
\nWith a split body and most ridiculous pace,
\nProng after prong, disgracer of all grace,
\nLong-useless-finned, haired, upright, unwet, slow!
\nO breather of unbreathable, sword-sharp air,
\nHow canst exist? How bear thyself, thou dry
\nAnd dreary sloth? WHat particle canst share
\nOf the only blessed life, the watery?
\nI sometimes see of ye an actual pair
\nGo by! linked fin by fin! most odiously.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today’s poem at Flos Carmeli is Leigh Hunt’s Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard. I would be surprised if Hunt didn’t intend that poem to be amusing, as well as these two: To a Fish You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be… Continue reading Two more from Leigh Hunt<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-894","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-commonplace-book","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/894","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=894"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/894\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=894"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=894"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=894"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}