{"id":3206,"date":"2017-07-07T14:47:32","date_gmt":"2017-07-07T12:47:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=3206"},"modified":"2017-07-07T17:27:19","modified_gmt":"2017-07-07T15:27:19","slug":"i-write-at-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/i-write-at-night\/","title":{"rendered":"I write at night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3207\" src=\"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Imagen-1-1-300x205.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"317\" height=\"211\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I write in the evening<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">the verses that at day<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">fell into my heart.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Poetry of people<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">who walk the streets,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">poetry of the sailors<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">and of prostitutes;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">poetry of the dogs<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">in the squares at noon.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">In the night of life,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">their tentacles<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">of stone, bread, and solitude<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">weigh on me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And, since then, I write<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">on the hands of the workers;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">and since then I write<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">about the eyes of lovers;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">and, since then, I write<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">in the evening, in the sunlight,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">and in the rain.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And, since, then I write.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>JOS\u00c9 EDUARDO DEGRAZIA<\/strong> (Brasil)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">English translation by the author in cooperation with Stanley. H. Barkan<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I write in the evening the verses that at day fell into my heart. Poetry of people who walk the streets, poetry of the sailors and of prostitutes; poetry of the dogs in the squares at noon. In the night of life, their tentacles of stone, bread, and solitude weigh on me. And, since then, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3207,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3206"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3208,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3206\/revisions\/3208"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}