{"id":8082,"date":"2024-02-19T06:10:17","date_gmt":"2024-02-19T06:10:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethelliottpoetry.com\/stage\/?p=8082"},"modified":"2024-02-19T06:12:15","modified_gmt":"2024-02-19T06:12:15","slug":"one-particular-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethelliottpoetry.com\/stage\/one-particular-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"One  Particular Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-group poem-block\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">One  Particular Morning<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have not the wit, my imagination is far too dull,<br>to imagine anything, anywhere, at any time,<br>to be as pure, as peaceful,<br>as stepping into the salad garden at dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The leaning towers of lettuce gone to seed,<br>the mesclun thinned by appetite,<br>isolated beds of mint with soft, furred eyes,<br>and paths measured carefully in feet<br>of three or six or nine;<br>the morning air is sweet with dew<br>as last evening, drowsy was with wine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This world around,<br>fragrant with the sound of birds,<br>is all I need to imagine Heaven,<br>though I will never find the words.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One Particular Morning I have not the wit, my imagination is far too dull,to imagine anything, anywhere, at any time,to be as pure, as peaceful,as stepping into the salad garden at dawn. 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