{"id":632,"date":"2013-12-21T12:52:22","date_gmt":"2013-12-21T16:52:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bakeramitchell.com\/?p=632"},"modified":"2013-12-21T12:52:22","modified_gmt":"2013-12-21T16:52:22","slug":"winter-solstice-of-frost-the-darkest-evening","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/2013\/12\/21\/winter-solstice-of-frost-the-darkest-evening\/","title":{"rendered":"Winter Solstice of Frost &#8211; The Darkest Evening"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 itemprop=\"name\">Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening<\/h2>\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>Whose woods these are I think I know.<br \/>\nHis house is in the village, though;<br \/>\nHe will not see me stopping here<br \/>\nTo watch his woods fill up with snow.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>My little horse must think it queer<br \/>\nTo stop without a farmhouse near<br \/>\nBetween the woods and frozen lake<br \/>\nThe darkest evening of the year.<\/p>\n<p>He gives his harness bells a shake<br \/>\nTo ask if there is some mistake.<br \/>\nThe only other sound&#8217;s the sweep<br \/>\nOf easy wind and downy flake.<\/p>\n<p>The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,<br \/>\nBut I have promises to keep,<br \/>\nAnd miles to go before I sleep,<br \/>\nAnd miles to go before I sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div itemprop=\"author\">Robert Frost<\/div>\n<div itemprop=\"author\">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<\/div>\n<p itemprop=\"author\">An incredible rhyming scheme effortlessly achieved: aaba bbcb ccdc dddd !<\/p>\n<p itemprop=\"author\">Growing up in the wooded hills of Middle Tennessee, I spent many winter nights enthrall to the sight and sound Frost describes. Wonder. &#8220;The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.&#8221; \u00a0Is that Frost&#8217;s vision of when he will finally be allowed to sleep?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-632","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-religion"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/632","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=632"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/632\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bakeramitchelljr.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}