{"id":624,"date":"2023-11-13T10:43:20","date_gmt":"2023-11-13T09:43:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/?p=624"},"modified":"2024-06-29T16:52:28","modified_gmt":"2024-06-29T15:52:28","slug":"october","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/october\/","title":{"rendered":"OCTOBER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 18px;\"><em>Poesia di David Ferry<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The day was hot and entirely breathless so<br \/>\nThe remarkably quiet remarkably steady leaf fall<br \/>\nSeemed as if it had no cause at all<\/p>\n<p>The ticking sound of falling leaves was like<br \/>\nThe ticking sound of gentle rainfall as<br \/>\nThey gently fell on leaves already fallen<\/p>\n<p>Or as when as they passed them in their falling<br \/>\nNow and again it happened that one of them touched<br \/>\nOne or another leaf as yet not falling<\/p>\n<p>Still clinging to the idea of being summer<br \/>\nAs if the leaves that were falling but not the day<br \/>\nHad read and understood the calendar<\/p>\n<p>Traduzione<br \/>\nOTTOBRE (<em>di David Ferry<\/em>)<\/p>\n<p>Il giorno era caldo e del tutto senz&#8217;alito cos\u00ec<br \/>\nEra tanto tranquilla e metodica la caduta delle foglie<br \/>\nChe per tutti sembrava non avesse alcun perch\u00e9<\/p>\n<p>Il ticchettio delle foglie che cadono era come<br \/>\nIl ticchettio di una dolce pioggia che<br \/>\nCade dolcemente sulle foglie gi\u00e0 cadute<\/p>\n<p>O come quando superandosi nella loro caduta<br \/>\nDi tanto in tanto capitava che una di loro toccasse<br \/>\nL&#8217;una o l&#8217;altra foglia non ancora caduta<\/p>\n<p>Ancora aggrappata all&#8217;idea di essere estate<br \/>\nCome se le foglie che stavano cadendo ma non il giorno<br \/>\nAvessero letto e compreso il calendario<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poesia di David Ferry The day was hot and entirely breathless so The remarkably quiet remarkably steady leaf fall Seemed as if it had no cause at all The ticking sound of falling leaves was like The ticking sound of gentle rainfall as They gently fell on leaves already fallen Or as when as they [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1003,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-624","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-omaggi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=624"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1685,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/624\/revisions\/1685"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1003"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=624"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=624"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archiviopen.com\/poesie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}