
{"id":6633,"date":"2014-04-28T17:41:19","date_gmt":"2014-04-28T17:41:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/?p=6633"},"modified":"2014-04-28T17:41:19","modified_gmt":"2014-04-28T17:41:19","slug":"glimpse-of-solace-the-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/2014\/04\/glimpse-of-solace-the-rose\/","title":{"rendered":"Glimpse of solace: The Rose"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This weekend I spent some time photographing flowers I purchased almost two weeks ago. The old roses captured my attention; they drew me in more than blooms in their prime. The petals were almost like skin. Today a FB post led me to <strong>&#8220;The Rose&#8221;<\/strong> a poem by <strong>Jean Valentine<\/strong> (from the book <em><strong>Little Boat<\/strong><\/em>, pubilshed in 2007 by <strong>Wesleyan University Press<\/strong>).\u00a0 The poem is copyrighted so I won&#8217;t quote the whole thing here; it&#8217;s the first lines that killed me. Read the entire poem at <a title=\"The Poetry Foundatiion Jean Valentine The Rose\" href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/180958\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>The Poetry Foundation<\/strong><\/a> site.<\/p>\n<h3 class=\"mceTemp mceIEcenter\" style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<dl id=\"attachment_6634\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"width: 810px;\">\n<dt class=\"wp-caption-dt\">\n<figure id=\"attachment_6634\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6634\" style=\"width: 800px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/IMG_8837.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6634\" title=\"IMG_8837\" src=\"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/IMG_8837.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"704\" srcset=\"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/IMG_8837.jpg 800w, https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/IMG_8837-300x264.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-6634\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Rose \u00a9 Ellen Wade Beals, 2014<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/dt>\n<p class=\"wp-caption-dd\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The Rose \u00a9 Ellen Wade Beals, 2014<\/span><\/p>\n<\/dl>\n<\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>\u201ca labyrinth,<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\"> <strong> <span class=\"textexposedshow\">as if at its center,<\/span><\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\"> <strong> <span class=\"textexposedshow\">god would be there\u2014&#8221;<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"textexposedshow\">From the poem <strong>&#8220;The Rose&#8221;<\/strong> by <strong>Jean Valentine<\/strong><\/span><strong><span class=\"textexposedshow\"> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"textexposedshow\">From the book <\/span><strong><span class=\"textexposedshow\"><em>Little Boat <\/em>(Wesleyan University Press, 2007)<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span class=\"textexposedshow\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This weekend I spent some time photographing flowers I purchased almost two weeks ago. The old roses captured my attention; they drew me in more than blooms in their prime. The petals were almost like skin. Today a FB post led me to &#8220;The Rose&#8221; a poem by Jean Valentine (from the book Little Boat, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[12,280,2125,2127,39,48,13,1277,7,16,888,2126,32,2128],"class_list":{"0":"post-6633","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-a-glimpse-of-solace","7":"tag-ellen-wade-beals","8":"tag-glimpse-of-solace","9":"tag-jean-valentine","10":"tag-little-boat","11":"tag-photography","12":"tag-poem","13":"tag-poetry","14":"tag-roses","15":"tag-solace","16":"tag-solace-in-so-many-words","17":"tag-the-poetry-foundation","18":"tag-the-rose","19":"tag-weighed-words","20":"tag-wesleyan-university-press","21":"entry","22":"has-post-thumbnail"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6633","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6633"}],"version-history":[{"count":21,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6633\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6655,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6633\/revisions\/6655"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6633"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6633"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6633"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}