{"id":2903,"date":"2014-04-20T22:38:19","date_gmt":"2014-04-20T21:38:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/?p=2903"},"modified":"2014-04-20T22:50:56","modified_gmt":"2014-04-20T21:50:56","slug":"room-in-april-una-poesia-di-leontia-flynn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/?p=2903","title":{"rendered":"Room in april: una poesia di Leontia Flynn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net\/books\/1344676268l\/11128371.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"314\" height=\"475\" \/><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">When he had asked his friends to stay aware<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and gone in the night a little way away<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">to think on his life and about what was to come,<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">the man was suddenly overcome by fear<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and his heart grew sorrowful and heavy.<\/span><\/em><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The hills are white, the gardens white with frost.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">An icy wind cuts in along the quay<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and chills the earliest Holy Week in years;<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">and during the longeurs of these final days of Lent<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">what am I reading? Poetry from the wars.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The hour is at hand. The orders have come in.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Somewhere a room whose threshold I must cross<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">has been prepared: an oxytocin drip\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">waits with the gas and air and suture tray<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">beside a snow-white bed. <em>Let this cup pass.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Il tema pasquale intrecciato con ironia all&#8217;eterno struggimento di ogni poeta&#8230; Una poesia imperdibile, from Ireland!<\/p>\n<p>L&#8217;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.qub.ac.uk\/schools\/SeamusHeaneyCentreforPoetry\/Staff\/DrLeontiaFlynn\/\">Autrice<\/a> e il suo <a href=\"http:\/\/www.leontiaflynn.com\/\">sito<\/a><\/p>\n<p>La raccolta da cui \u00e8 tratta la poesia: <a href=\"http:\/\/books.google.it\/books?id=j7rIxyZALeoC&amp;pg=PT41&amp;lpg=PT41&amp;dq=leontia+flynn+room+in+april&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=9NV-gXB77-&amp;sig=jqQVtxU8F34pKgiE2z_w8UjMfF0&amp;hl=it&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=9e1SU4rZFZLb7AaZyYC4CA&amp;ved=0CEYQ6AEwBQ#v=onepage&amp;q=leontia%20flynn%20room%20in%20april&amp;f=false\"><em>Profit and Loss<\/em><\/a> (2011)<\/p>\n<p>Una <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2011\/sep\/02\/profit-loss-leontia-flynn-review\">recensione<\/a> a <em>Profit and Loss<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When he had asked his friends to stay awareand gone in the night a little way awayto think on his life and about what was to come,the man was suddenly overcome by fearand his heart grew sorrowful and heavy.The hills are white, the gardens white with frost.An icy wind cuts in along the quayand chills <a href='http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/?p=2903'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[73],"tags":[145,342,201,40],"class_list":["post-2903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-imperdibili","tag-amore","tag-irlanda","tag-poesie","tag-religione","category-73-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","full-content"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2903","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2903"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2903\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2907,"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2903\/revisions\/2907"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2903"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2903"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fulviocortese.it\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2903"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}