{"id":1535,"date":"2013-03-29T20:53:25","date_gmt":"2013-03-30T04:53:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1535"},"modified":"2013-03-30T11:39:21","modified_gmt":"2013-03-30T19:39:21","slug":"darby-ringer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1535","title":{"rendered":"Darby Ringer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>O Thou Small Opening, O<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\"><em>For Macy, at seven days<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your small mouth,<br \/>\na circle of light reaching for milk,<br \/>\nopens, perfect as the well-formed<br \/>\nO of a chorister singing,<br \/>\nor the complete roundness of the moon.<\/p>\n<p>We cry an O of adoration,<br \/>\nand trace the shape of your ear.<br \/>\nWe skate on winters of deepening ice,<br \/>\nforgetting our own firemaking wonder.<br \/>\nWe take the blurred path, a slender line,<br \/>\nan O we share between us,<br \/>\nand like the geese flying north,<br \/>\nfollow the snow of our beginning.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Title taken from the poem \u201cO Thou Opening, O\u201d by Theodore Roethke<br \/>\nKing County Poetry and Art on Buses 2001<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=gUw80_XyA-I\">Darby Ringer\u2019s poems<\/a> have appeared in <em>Pontoon #1, Floating Bridge<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Review #5, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.switched-ongutenberg.org\/archive\/vol6no2\/v6i2p09.htm\">switched-ongutenberg.org,<\/a> <\/em>Poetry and Art on the Buses, 2001,<br \/>\namong <a href=\"http:\/\/poetrydialogue.homestead.com\/Akins.html\">others.<\/a> She has received bachelor\u2019s degrees from the University of<br \/>\nWashington in French and Landscape Architecture. She is a landscape<br \/>\ndesigner and lives in Seattle, Washington.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>O Thou Small Opening, O For Macy, at seven days &nbsp; Your small mouth, a circle of light reaching for milk, opens, perfect as the well-formed O of a chorister singing, or the complete roundness of the moon. We cry &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1535\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[61,100,8,1],"tags":[498,497],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1535"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1535"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1535\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1544,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1535\/revisions\/1544"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1535"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1535"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1535"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}