{"id":1684,"date":"2024-07-25T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-07-25T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/?p=1684"},"modified":"2024-10-02T23:19:41","modified_gmt":"2024-10-02T23:19:41","slug":"point-of-view","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/point-of-view\/","title":{"rendered":"Point of View"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On a reading room table, late in the night,\u00a0\u00a0<br>A pair of ants witnessed a phenomenal sight!\u00a0\u00a0<br>A bright golden sunrise, when there must be no light,\u00a0\u00a0<br>When children were sleeping to parents&#8217; delight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A huge fiery globe, golden rays in their sight,\u00a0\u00a0<br>A vast world before them, raining golden dust bright;\u00a0\u00a0<br>They&#8217;re greeting the sunrise, perplexed as can be:\u00a0\u00a0<br>&#8220;The time is past midnight \u2013 is it true what we see?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Is it a true miracle? What can it be?\u00a0\u00a0<br>Has the time-space continuum warped in a &#8220;C&#8221;?\u00a0\u00a0<br>It&#8217;s crazy! It&#8217;s just unbelievable! See?\u00a0\u00a0<br>A sunrise past midnight can bring ecstasy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And their antennae went twirly and twisty,\u00a0\u00a0<br>Bending and stretching and sensing the air,\u00a0\u00a0<br>In a hectic attempt to grasp new reality:\u00a0\u00a0<br>&#8220;Nights are so short, and long days are here!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But all of a sudden, a great hand from the sky,\u00a0\u00a0<br>Descends on the book that our ants sat on high;\u00a0\u00a0<br>The hand lifts the book, and as ants fall below,\u00a0\u00a0<br>They could not believe the sight that they saw:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The great fiery sun that was blinding their sight,\u00a0\u00a0<br>Was an old tennis ball, reflecting the light!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Paul Pinkhasik, July 25, 2024<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;illustration courtesy of&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Marina Krasnogolov<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On a reading room table, late in the night,\u00a0\u00a0A pair of ants witnessed a phenomenal sight!\u00a0\u00a0A bright golden sunrise, when there must be no light,\u00a0\u00a0When children were sleeping to parents&#8217; delight. A huge fiery globe, golden rays in their sight,\u00a0\u00a0A vast world before them, raining golden dust bright;\u00a0\u00a0They&#8217;re greeting the sunrise, perplexed as can be:\u00a0\u00a0&#8220;The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":1685,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"saved_in_kubio":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[46,42],"tags":[381,382,384,383,380,60,9,128,379],"class_list":["post-1684","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-english-poetry","category-nature-poetry","tag-ants","tag-discovery","tag-imagination","tag-light-and-shadow","tag-natural-phenomena","tag-nature","tag-reflection","tag-sunrise","tag-whimsy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1684","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1684"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1684\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2090,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1684\/revisions\/2090"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1685"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1684"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1684"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourpoems.org\/ru\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1684"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}