{"id":5665,"date":"2022-07-07T14:01:40","date_gmt":"2022-07-07T15:01:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=5665"},"modified":"2022-07-07T14:07:43","modified_gmt":"2022-07-07T15:07:43","slug":"739-vijf-joan-fuster-spain-1922-1992","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/739-vijf-joan-fuster-spain-1922-1992\/","title":{"rendered":"739 | Five &#8211; Joan Fuster, Spain (1922-1992)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5666 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/07\/Afbeelding-739-239x300.jpg\" alt=\"Painting Silvia Z\u00faniga, Nicaragua\" width=\"239\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/07\/Afbeelding-739-239x300.jpg 239w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/07\/Afbeelding-739-200x251.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/07\/Afbeelding-739.jpg 339w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 239px) 100vw, 239px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Painting by Silvia Z\u00faniga, Nicaragua<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>5<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I don&#8217;t know if you loved me: I loved you<br \/>\nand that was all, and that was enough, and the days<br \/>\nmade for me the tenderest angles.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I loved you with the hours and with the dream,<br \/>\nand sang of you, and you passed by, and it became April<br \/>\nand through you I knew the wondering of my flesh.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Yes, I loved you, slow and deaf,<br \/>\nthe way withered things love one another,<br \/>\nthe way one learns the language of absence.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Joan Fuster<\/strong>, Spain (1922-1992)<\/p>\n<p><em>Translation Germain Droogenbroodt \u2013 Stanley Barkan<\/em><\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Painting by Silvia Z\u00faniga, Nicaragua 5 I don&#8217;t know if you loved me: I loved you and that was all, and that was enough, and the days made for me the tenderest angles. I loved you with the hours and with the dream, and sang of you, and you passed by, and it became April [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5666,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5665"}],"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=5665"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5672,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5665\/revisions\/5672"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5666"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}