{"id":3426,"date":"2012-11-07T01:30:39","date_gmt":"2012-11-07T06:30:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/?p=3426"},"modified":"2013-11-03T15:37:46","modified_gmt":"2013-11-03T20:37:46","slug":"perhaps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/2012\/11\/07\/perhaps\/","title":{"rendered":"<cite>Perhaps<\/cite>"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p>\nPerhaps some day the sun will shine again,<br \/>\nAnd I shall see that still the skies are blue,<br \/>\nAnd feel once more I do not live in vain,<br \/>\nAlthough bereft of You.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nPerhaps the golden meadows at my feet<br \/>\nWill Make the sunny hours of Spring seem gay,<br \/>\nAnd I shall find the white May blossoms sweet,<br \/>\nThough You have passed away.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nPerhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,<br \/>\nAnd crimson roses once again be fair,<br \/>\nAnd Autumn harvest fields a rich delight,<br \/>\nAlthough You are not there.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nPerhaps some day I shall  not shrink in pain,<br \/>\nTo see the passing of the dying year,<br \/>\nAnd listen to the Christmas songs again,<br \/>\nAlthough You cannot hear.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nBut, though kind Time may many joys renew,<br \/>\nThere is one greatest joy I shall not know<br \/>\nAgain, because my heart for loss of You<br \/>\nWas broken, long ago.\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>\n<cite>Perhaps<\/cite> (&#8220;To R. A. L. Died of Wounds in France, December 23rd 1915&#8221;) is a poem by <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Vera_Brittain\">Vera Brittain<\/a>, composed after the death of her fianc\u00e9 during the First World War. I came across it while reading <cite><a href=\"\/books2\/2012\/01\/singled-out-virginia-nicholson\/\">Singled Out<\/a><\/cite> by Virginia Nicholson, a book about the &#8220;generation of spinsters&#8221; that war left in its wake in Britain. It seemed a fitting poem to mark the occasion of Sandra&#8217;s death a year ago today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of You. Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet Will Make the sunny hours of Spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27,1468],"tags":[2492],"class_list":["post-3426","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-posts-interesting-only-to-me","category-sandra","tag-sandra"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3426","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3426"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3426\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4872,"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3426\/revisions\/4872"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloggie.org\/wissewords2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}