{"id":287,"date":"2022-01-08T00:45:32","date_gmt":"2022-01-08T00:45:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=287"},"modified":"2022-01-08T18:56:19","modified_gmt":"2022-01-08T18:56:19","slug":"louise-smith","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/louise-smith\/","title":{"rendered":"Louise Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/herbert-marshall\/\">Herbert<\/a> broke our engagement of eight years<br \/>\nWhen Annabelle returned to the village From the<br \/>\nSeminary, ah me!<br \/>\nIf I had let my love for him alone<br \/>\nIt might have grown into a beautiful sorrow\u2014<br \/>\nWho knows?\u2014filling my life with healing fragrance.<br \/>\nBut I tortured it, I poisoned it<br \/>\nI blinded its eyes, and it became hatred\u2014<br \/>\nDeadly ivy instead of clematis.<br \/>\nAnd my soul fell from its support<br \/>\nIts tendrils tangled in decay.<br \/>\nDo not let the will play gardener to your soul<br \/>\nUnless you are sure<br \/>\nIt is wiser than your soul\u2019s nature.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2022\/01\/Pages-from-Spoon_River_Anthology-88.svg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-573\" role=\"img\" src=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2022\/01\/Pages-from-Spoon_River_Anthology-88.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/nellie-clark\/\">Previous: Nellie Clark<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/herbert-marshall\/\">Next: Herbert Marshall<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Herbert broke our engagement of eight years When Annabelle returned to the village From the Seminary, ah me! If I had let my love for him alone It might have grown into a beautiful sorrow\u2014 Who knows?\u2014filling my life with healing fragrance. But I tortured it, I poisoned it I blinded its eyes, and it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":62,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-287","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/287","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=287"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/287\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":580,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/287\/revisions\/580"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=287"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=287"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=287"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}