{"id":60,"date":"2022-01-06T23:56:51","date_gmt":"2022-01-06T23:56:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=60"},"modified":"2022-01-07T23:07:33","modified_gmt":"2022-01-07T23:07:33","slug":"benjamin-fraser","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/benjamin-fraser\/","title":{"rendered":"Benjamin Fraser"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"chapter\">\n<p class=\"noindent\">Their spirits beat upon mine<br \/>\nLike the wings of a thousand butterflies.<br \/>\nI closed my eyes and felt their spirits vibrating.<br \/>\nI closed my eyes, yet I knew when their lashes<br \/>\nFringed their cheeks from downcast eyes,<br \/>\nAnd when they turned their heads;<br \/>\nAnd when their garments clung to them,<br \/>\nOr fell from them, in exquisite draperies.<br \/>\nTheir spirits watched my ecstasy<br \/>\nWith wide looks of starry unconcern.<br \/>\nTheir spirits looked upon my torture;<br \/>\nThey drank it as it were the water of life;<br \/>\nWith reddened cheeks, brightened eyes,<br \/>\nThe rising flame of my soul made their spirits gilt,<br \/>\nLike the wings of a butterfly drifting suddenly into sunlight.<br \/>\nAnd they cried to me for life, life, life.<br \/>\nBut in taking life for myself,<br \/>\nIn seizing and crushing their souls,<br \/>\nAs a child crushes grapes and drinks<br \/>\nFrom its palms the purple juice,<br \/>\nI came to this wingless void,<br \/>\nWhere neither red, nor gold, nor wine,<br \/>\nNor the rhythm of life are known.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/daisy-fraser\/\">Previous: Daisy Fraser<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/minerva-jones\/\">Next: Minerva Jones<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"chapter\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Their spirits beat upon mine Like the wings of a thousand butterflies. I closed my eyes and felt their spirits vibrating. I closed my eyes, yet I knew when their lashes Fringed their cheeks from downcast eyes, And when they turned their heads; And when their garments clung to them, Or fell from them, in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":20,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-60","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","category-fraser"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/60","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=60"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/60\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/60\/revisions\/135"}],"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=60"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=60"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=60"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}