{"id":242,"date":"2014-12-18T09:00:49","date_gmt":"2014-12-18T08:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=242"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:57:07","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:57:07","slug":"of-her-poems-by-edgars-mezaraup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2014\/12\/of-her-poems-by-edgars-mezaraup\/","title":{"rendered":"Of Her &#8211; Poems by Edgars Mezaraup"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\"><strong>Image<\/strong>: Painting \u00a9 Anete Mezaraupa<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><strong>Author:\u00a0 <\/strong>Edgars Mezaraup<\/p>\n<h4>&#8220;Of her&#8221;<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lipstick Red<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Even drunk<\/p>\n<p>I think.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Arousing shapes in disco shades<\/p>\n<p>Tempt my eye and shake my mind,<\/p>\n<p>Still I sit and still I languish<\/p>\n<p>For the crimson red and, yes,<\/p>\n<p>I think.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t think.<\/p>\n<p>I never think of you<\/p>\n<p>I only dream of you,<\/p>\n<p>Sweet as a sweet dream<\/p>\n<p>Are you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Little Clouds<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>To where the mushrooms grow<\/p>\n<p>I shall go<\/p>\n<p>Forget the world as it is.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Too much of imbecile is being done<\/p>\n<p>Too many a hope \u2013 forlorn.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Naught but red flows in the heart,<\/p>\n<p>Naught but red on the lips and puffy eyes<\/p>\n<p>Make me lost.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Truly, if cuteness something means, it means<\/p>\n<p>Those little clouds when you smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image: Painting \u00a9 Anete Mezaraupa Author:\u00a0 Edgars Mezaraup &#8220;Of her&#8221; &nbsp; Lipstick Red &nbsp; Even drunk I think. &nbsp; Arousing shapes in disco shades Tempt my eye and shake my mind, Still I sit and still I languish For the crimson red and, yes, I think. &nbsp; I don\u2019t think. I never think of you [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001006,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[51],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-242","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-december14","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/242","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001006"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=242"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/242\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}