{"id":612,"date":"2022-01-08T19:41:52","date_gmt":"2022-01-08T19:41:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=612"},"modified":"2022-01-08T20:14:42","modified_gmt":"2022-01-08T20:14:42","slug":"the-unknown","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/the-unknown\/","title":{"rendered":"The Unknown"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2022\/01\/Pages-from-Spoon_River_Anthology-58.svg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-87\" role=\"img\" src=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2022\/01\/Pages-from-Spoon_River_Anthology-58.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown<br \/>\nWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.<br \/>\nAs a boy reckless and wanton,<br \/>\nWandering with gun in hand through the forest<br \/>\nNear the mansion of Aaron Hatfield,<br \/>\nI shot a hawk perched on the top<br \/>\nOf a dead tree. He fell with guttural cry<br \/>\nAt my feet, his wing broken.<br \/>\nThen I put him in a cage<br \/>\nWhere he lived many days cawing angrily at me<br \/>\nWhen I offered him food.<br \/>\nDaily I search the realms of Hades<br \/>\nFor the soul of the hawk,<br \/>\nThat I may offer him the friendship<br \/>\nOf one whom life wounded and caged.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/john-cabanis\/\">Previous: John Cabanis<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/alexander-throckmorton\/\">Next: Alexander Throckmorton<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. As a boy reckless and wanton, Wandering with gun in hand through the forest Near the mansion of Aaron Hatfield, I shot a hawk perched on the top Of a dead tree. He fell with [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":121,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[84,83],"class_list":["post-612","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","tag-aaron-hatfield","tag-the-unknown"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/612","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=612"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/612\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":713,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/612\/revisions\/713"}],"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=612"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=612"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=612"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}