{"id":52,"date":"2022-01-06T23:55:27","date_gmt":"2022-01-06T23:55:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=52"},"modified":"2022-01-07T23:03:51","modified_gmt":"2022-01-07T23:03:51","slug":"reuben-pantier","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/reuben-pantier\/","title":{"rendered":"Reuben Pantier"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"noindent\">Well, <a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/emily-sparks\/\">Emily Sparks,<\/a> your prayers were not wasted,<br \/>\nYour love was not all in vain.<br \/>\nI owe whatever I was in life<br \/>\nTo your hope that would not give me up,<br \/>\nTo your love that saw me still as good.<br \/>\nDear Emily Sparks, let me tell you the story.<br \/>\nI pass the effect of my father and mother;<br \/>\nThe milliner\u2019s daughter made me trouble<br \/>\nAnd out I went in the world,<br \/>\nWhere I passed through every peril known<br \/>\nOf wine and women and joy of life.<br \/>\nOne night, in a room in the Rue de Rivoli,<br \/>\nI was drinking wine with a black-eyed cocotte,<br \/>\nAnd the tears swam into my eyes.<br \/>\nShe though they were amorous tears and smiled<br \/>\nFor thought of her conquest over me.<br \/>\nBut my soul was three thousand miles away,<br \/>\nIn the days when you taught me in Spoon River.<br \/>\nAnd just because you no more could love me,<br \/>\nNor pray for me, nor write me letters,<br \/>\nThe eternal silence of you spoke instead.<br \/>\nAnd the Black-eyed cocotte took the tears for hers,<br \/>\nAs well as the deceiving kisses I gave her.<br \/>\nSomehow, from that hour, I had a new vision<br \/>\nDear Emily Sparks!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/mrs-benjamin-pantier\/\">Previous: Mrs. Benjamin Pantier<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/emily-sparks\/\">Next: Emily Sparks<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted, Your love was not all in vain. I owe whatever I was in life To your hope that would not give me up, To your love that saw me still as good. Dear Emily Sparks, let me tell you the story. I pass the effect of my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":16,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","category-pantier"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/52","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=52"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/52\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/52\/revisions\/129"}],"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=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}