{"id":954,"date":"1988-06-10T00:42:33","date_gmt":"1988-06-10T07:42:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=954"},"modified":"2012-01-24T00:43:43","modified_gmt":"2012-01-24T08:43:43","slug":"so-innocent-so-beautiful","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/1988\/06\/10\/so-innocent-so-beautiful\/","title":{"rendered":"So Innocent, So Beautiful"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There was a part of my memory that was<br \/>\nSo innocent, so beautiful.<br \/>\nIt was a part that I ventured into often,<br \/>\nAnd venture there yet, for it remains<br \/>\nA memory.<\/p>\n<p>Its innocence was before the understanding<br \/>\nOf life; its beauty was before the understanding<br \/>\nOf death. I venture there yet, for it remains<br \/>\nA memory.<\/p>\n<p>It remains an experience.<br \/>\nIt remains a growing pain,<br \/>\nPainfully innocent,<br \/>\nPainfully beautiful.<br \/>\nIt remains a memory,<br \/>\nSo innocent, so beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>I would relive that memory,<br \/>\nBut the innocence is gone.<br \/>\nI now understand why,<br \/>\nSo there can be no innocence.<br \/>\nI realize how, so there can be no beauty.<\/p>\n<p>The innocence and beauty of an untold love,<br \/>\nBound up in experimental desire,<br \/>\nAre now replaced by a constricting freedom.<br \/>\nA freedom that comes with understanding,<br \/>\nBut prevents any innocence,<br \/>\nPrecludes any beauty.<\/p>\n<p>The only innocence or beauty are to be<br \/>\nFound in my freedom to love, and love still.<\/p>\n<p>I am still free to love.<br \/>\nStill, I live.<\/p>\n<p>So innocent, so beautiful:<br \/>\nLife, but not me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a part of my memory that was<br \/> So innocent, so beautiful.<br \/> It was a part that I ventured into often,<br \/> And venture there yet, for it remains<br \/> A memory.<\/p>\n<p>Its innocence was before the understanding<br \/> Of life; its beauty was before the understanding<br \/> Of death. I venture there yet, for it remains<br [...]\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-954","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/954","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=954"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/954\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":955,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/954\/revisions\/955"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=954"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=954"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=954"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}