{"id":1827,"date":"2006-04-02T01:49:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-02T01:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/04\/02\/for-though-my-eyes-read-they-do-not-need-to-plead-anymore\/"},"modified":"2006-04-02T01:49:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-02T01:49:00","slug":"for-though-my-eyes-read-they-do-not-need-to-plead-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/04\/02\/for-though-my-eyes-read-they-do-not-need-to-plead-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"for though my eyes read, they do not need to plead anymore"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/p>\n

Darling Jhayne,<\/p>\n

Once upon a yesterday, when wishes
\nwere fishes and fishes came true,
\na young man saw the moon drowning
\nin a pond and fished her out with
\na bucket. “Thank you,” said the moon,
\n“How may I repay you?” The young man,
\ntaken by her beauty, begged her to
\nstay with him always. She hesitated
\nand hedged, for the moon is more
\nsomeways then always, but finally she
\nsaid said, “I promise, I will stay.” She was
\ngone the next day. The young man
\nwaited by the pond and one day caught
\nher again with his bucket. This time he
\nsaid, “Let me teach you
\nalways.” Every month
\nthe moon drowns,
\nand she says,
\n“I will stay.”
\nAlways.<\/p>\n

x<\/p>\n

Love. <\/p><\/div>\n

Dearest Jhayne;<\/p>\n

Once upon a yesterday, when
\npromises were promises & lies
\nwere promises too, there was
\na little girl without wings. Which
\nis not so unusual, as little girls go.
\nPerhaps the unusual bit is that
\nshe felt she should have them
\nat all. The little girl would pick
\nup feathers in the park, and ask
\nthe pigeons, “Have you seen my
\nwings?” One day a little boy heard
\nher query and laughed. “Don’t be
\nstupid,” he said. “Little girls
\ndon’t have wings!”
\n“Neither do little
\nboys,” she said,
\nand he fell
\nout of the
\nsky.<\/p>\n

x<\/p>\n

Love. <\/p><\/div>\n

<\/b><\/p>\n

I recieved an enchanting gift today. Two small envelopes with my name and address beautifully printed on them were in my mail-box. They carry canadian stamps and no return address, though the postal office tracking number tells me they were sent from a mailbox downtown by W. Georgia Street.<\/p>\n

Thank you, my unknown Polyhymnia, for reminding me to wonder. Your letters bring the poetry my life has been lacking, the mythology I have been strangling without. Thank you for catching me as I fall, for knowing me so desperately well or guessing so grandly. You have given me a gift I cannot measure without vivisection, without the sudden demonstration of spontaneous conflageration. Thank you. <\/p>\n

I’m looking forward now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Darling Jhayne, Once upon a yesterday, when wishes were fishes and fishes came true, a young man saw the moon drowning in a pond and fished her out with a bucket. “Thank you,” said the moon, “How may I repay you?” The young man, taken by her beauty, begged her to stay with him always. … Continue reading “for though my eyes read, they do not need to plead anymore”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[664,94,10,710],"class_list":["post-1827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-anonymous-letters","tag-letters","tag-loveletters","tag-mysterious"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1827","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1827"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1827\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}