{"id":870,"date":"2022-02-06T14:17:19","date_gmt":"2022-02-06T14:17:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=870"},"modified":"2022-02-06T15:24:15","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T15:24:15","slug":"abel-melveny","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/abel-melveny\/","title":{"rendered":"Abel Melveny"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I bought every kind of machine that\u2019s known\u2014<br \/>\nGrinders, shellers, planters, mowers,<br \/>\nMills and rakes and ploughs and threshers\u2014<br \/>\nAnd all of them stood in the rain and sun,<br \/>\nGetting rusted, warped and battered,<br \/>\nFor I had no sheds to store them in,<br \/>\nAnd no use for most of them.<br \/>\nAnd toward the last, when I thought it over,<br \/>\nThere by my window, growing clearer<br \/>\nAbout myself, as my pulse slowed down,<br \/>\nAnd looked at one of the mills I bought\u2014<br \/>\nWhich I didn\u2019t have the slightest need of,<br \/>\nAs things turned out, and I never ran\u2014<br \/>\nA fine machine, once brightly varnished,<br \/>\nAnd eager to do its work,<br \/>\nNow with its paint washed off\u2014<br \/>\nI saw myself as a good machine<br \/>\nThat Life had never used.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/jeduthan-hawley\/\">Previous: Jeduthan Hawley<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/oaks-tutt\/\">Next: Oaks Tutt<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I bought every kind of machine that\u2019s known\u2014 Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers, Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers\u2014 And all of them stood in the rain and sun, Getting rusted, warped and battered, For I had no sheds to store them in, And no use for most of them. And toward the last, when [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":156,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-870","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/870","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=870"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/870\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":952,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/870\/revisions\/952"}],"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=870"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=870"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=870"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}