{"id":908,"date":"2011-03-25T02:08:11","date_gmt":"2011-03-25T02:08:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=908"},"modified":"2011-03-25T02:08:11","modified_gmt":"2011-03-25T02:08:11","slug":"in-a-library-by-emily-dickinson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/in-a-library-by-emily-dickinson\/","title":{"rendered":"In a Library by Emily Dickinson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson2.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-56 lazyload\" title=\"Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson2\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson2-252x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"252\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson2-252x300.jpg 252w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Black-white_photograph_of_Emily_Dickinson2.jpg 500w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 252px) 100vw, 252px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 252px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 252\/300;\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">In a Library<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Emily Dickinson<\/p>\n<p>A precious, mouldering pleasure &#8216;t is<br \/>\nTo meet an antique book,<br \/>\nIn just the dress his century wore;<br \/>\nA privilege, I think,<\/p>\n<p>His venerable hand to take,<br \/>\nAnd warming in our own,<br \/>\nA passage back, or two, to make<br \/>\nTo times when he was young.<\/p>\n<p>His quaint opinions to inspect,<br \/>\nHis knowledge to unfold<br \/>\nOn what concerns our mutual mind,<br \/>\nThe literature of old;<\/p>\n<p>What interested scholars most,<br \/>\nWhat competitions ran<br \/>\nWhen Plato was a certainty.<br \/>\nAnd Sophocles a man;<\/p>\n<p>When Sappho was a living girl,<br \/>\nAnd Beatrice wore<br \/>\nThe gown that Dante deified.<br \/>\nFacts, centuries before,<\/p>\n<p>He traverses familiar,<br \/>\nAs one should come to town<br \/>\nAnd tell you all your dreams were true;<br \/>\nHe lived where dreams were sown.<\/p>\n<p>His presence is enchantment,<br \/>\nYou beg him not to go;<br \/>\nOld volumes shake their vellum heads<br \/>\nAnd tantalize, just so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a Library by Emily Dickinson A precious, mouldering pleasure &#8216;t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to&#8230;<\/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,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-908","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1900s","category-dickinson"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/908","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=908"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/908\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=908"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=908"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=908"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}