{"id":811,"date":"2012-08-26T21:30:41","date_gmt":"2012-08-27T05:30:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=811"},"modified":"2012-08-26T21:37:12","modified_gmt":"2012-08-27T05:37:12","slug":"nancy-pagh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=811","title":{"rendered":"Nancy Pagh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I Like To Be Still<br \/>\n<em>After Pablo Neruda<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I like to be still: it is as though there never was<br \/>\nsuch a thing as waking, and crows beyond the window<br \/>\nare distant as the beaches with private hotels.<br \/>\nNo one strips the bedding. No one sweeps the sand.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone chooses not to touch some things.<br \/>\nAnd the soul of these things goes on dreaming<br \/>\nand seems far away like our own red birth.<br \/>\nI am like the word annunciation.<\/p>\n<p>I like to be still in this room in the morning.<br \/>\nA sleeping cat pushes his back to my spine.<br \/>\nThere is nothing to look forward to<br \/>\nso much as fondling his head and the sound he will make.<\/p>\n<p>You misunderstand my silence. All things are my soul<br \/>\nand the quietest things are me most of all. This is true:<br \/>\nI am not entertaining in the way that you want.<br \/>\nMy breasts never warranted an exclamation mark.<\/p>\n<p>I like to be still: it is as though there never was<br \/>\npossibility then possibility taken away beyond windows<br \/>\nand stars and the high afternoon so remote like you<br \/>\nand everyone choosing to touch other things.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I Like to Be Still&#8221; is reprinted from<em> After<\/em> (Floating Bridge Press, 2008)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.versedaily.org\/2008\/aboutnancypagha.shtml\">Nancy Pagh<\/a> has authored two award-winning collections of poetry,<a href=\"http:\/\/www.autumnhouse.org\/catalog\/no-sweeter-fat-by-nancy-pagh\/\"><em> No Sweeter Fat<\/em> <\/a>(Autumn House Press book award) and <a href=\"http:\/\/fiddlercrabreview.blogspot.com\/2009\/10\/after-by-nancy-pagh.html\"><em>After<\/em> <\/a>(Floating Bridge Press chapbook competition), and one book of nonfiction (<em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nebraskapress.unl.edu\/product\/At-Home-Afloat,675165.aspx\">At Home Afloat<\/a>)<\/em>. Her work appears in numerous publications, including <em>Prairie Schooner, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.crabcreekreview.org\/\">Crab Creek Review, <\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetrynw.org\/\">Poetry Northwest,<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rattle.com\/poetry\/2010\/05\/spring-salmon-at-night-by-nancy-pagh\/\">Rattle, <\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bhreview.org\/2011\/12\/18\/spring-2002-issue-51\/\">The Bellingham Review,<\/a><\/em>and <em>O Magazine.<\/em> She was born in the island community of Anacortes, Washington, and currently teaches at Western Washington University in Bellingham.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Like To Be Still After Pablo Neruda I like to be still: it is as though there never was such a thing as waking, and crows beyond the window are distant as the beaches with private hotels. No one &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=811\">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":[122,69,8,1],"tags":[273,272],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/811"}],"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=811"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/811\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":814,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/811\/revisions\/814"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=811"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=811"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=811"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}