{"id":1977,"date":"2006-11-09T15:07:03","date_gmt":"2006-11-09T13:07:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/index.php\/1977\/2006\/11\/09\/now-i-become-myself\/"},"modified":"2006-11-09T15:07:03","modified_gmt":"2006-11-09T13:07:03","slug":"now-i-become-myself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/now-i-become-myself\/","title":{"rendered":"Now I become myself"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Now I become myself. It&#8217;s taken<br \/>\n    Time, many years and places;<br \/>\n    I have been dissolved and shaken,<br \/>\n    Worn other people&#8217;s faces,<br \/>\n    Run madly, as if Time were there,<br \/>\n    Terribly old, crying a warning,<br \/>\n    &#8220;Hurry, you will be dead before&#8211;&#8221;<br \/>\n    (What? Before you reach the morning?<br \/>\n    Or the end of the poem is clear?<br \/>\n    Or love safe in the walled city?)<br \/>\n    Now to stand still, to be here,<br \/>\n    Feel my own weight and density!<br \/>\n    The black shadow on the paper<br \/>\n    Is my hand; the shadow of a word<br \/>\n    As thought shapes the shaper<br \/>\n    Falls heavy on the page, is heard.<br \/>\n    All fuses now, falls into place<br \/>\n    From wish to action, word to silence,<br \/>\n    My work, my love, my time, my face<br \/>\n    Gathered into one intense<br \/>\n    Gesture of growing like a plant.<br \/>\n    As slowly as the ripening fruit<br \/>\n    Fertile, detached, and always spent,<br \/>\n    Falls but does not exhaust the root,<br \/>\n    So all the poem is, can give,<br \/>\n    Grows in me to become the song,<br \/>\n    Made so and rooted by love.<br \/>\n    Now there is time and Time is young.<br \/>\n    O, in this single hour I live<br \/>\n    All of myself and do not move.<br \/>\n    I, the pursued, who madly ran,<br \/>\n    Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!<br \/>\n<\/em><br \/>\nMay Sarton<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now I become myself. It&#8217;s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people&#8217;s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, &#8220;Hurry, you will be dead before&#8211;&#8221; (What? Before you reach the morning? Or the end of the poem is clear? Or love [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[53],"class_list":["post-1977","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arrecadacao","tag-may-sarton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1977","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1977"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1977\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tiago.pinhal.com\/blogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}