{"id":9647,"date":"2020-10-24T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-10-24T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=325"},"modified":"2020-10-24T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2020-10-24T05:00:00","slug":"pixy-wood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/pixy-wood\/","title":{"rendered":"Pixy Wood"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn82016014\/1912-10-24\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">The Topeka State Journal, October 24, 1912<\/a>.\nBy Madison Cawein.<\/em>\n \n\n The vat-like cups of the fungus, filled\n \u00a0 With the rain that fell last night,\n Are tuns of wine that the elves distilled\n \u00a0 For revels that the moon did light.\n The owlet there with her \u201cWho-oh-who,\u201d\n \u00a0 And the frog with his \u201cAll is right,\u201d\n Could tell a tale if they wanted to\n \u00a0 Of what took place last night.\n \n In that hollow beech, where the wood decays,\n \u00a0 Their toadstool houses stand,\n A little village of drabs and grays,\n \u00a0 Cone-roofed, of fairy-land.\n That moth, which gleams like a lichen there,\n \u00a0 Is one of an elfin band\n That whisks away if you merely dare\n \u00a0 To try to understand.\n \n The snail, which slides on that mushroom\u2019s top,\n \u00a0 And the slug on its sleepy trail,\n Wax fat on the things the elves let drop\n \u00a0 At feast in the moonlight pale.\n The whippoorwill, which grieves and grieves,\n \u00a0 If it would, could tell a tale\n Of what took place here under the leaves\n \u00a0 Last night on the Dreamland Trail.\n \n The trillium there and the May-apple,\n \u00a0 With their white eyes opened wide,\n Of many a secret sight could tell\n \u00a0 If speech were not denied:\n Of many a pixy revelry\n \u00a0 And rout on which they\u2019ve spied,\n With the hollow tree, which there, you see,\n \u00a0 Opens its eye-knots wide.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> The vat-like cups of the fungus, filled<br \/>\n   With the rain that fell last night,<br \/>\n Are tuns of wine that the elves distilled<br \/>\n   For revels that the moon did light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,21],"tags":[224],"class_list":["post-9647","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-topeka-state-journal","tag-madison-cawein"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9647","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9647"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9647\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}