{"id":4820,"date":"2015-02-13T23:12:02","date_gmt":"2015-02-13T21:12:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?page_id=4820"},"modified":"2015-02-13T23:13:25","modified_gmt":"2015-02-13T21:13:25","slug":"reading-poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?page_id=4820","title":{"rendered":"READING POETRY"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9699'>GLOSS<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on January 15, 2021 by magda<\/div>\nGLOSS\nDays go past, and days come still,All is old and all is new,What is well and what is ill,You imagine and construeDo not hope and do not fear,Waves that leap like waves must fall;Should they praise or should they jeer,Look but coldly on it all.\nThings you&#8217;ll meet of many a...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9699' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div><div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4753'>Birthdays<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on January 17, 2015 by magda<\/div><img src=https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/Magda-150x150.png style='width:130px' \/>\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nBirthdays\nI&#8217;ll bake tonight a rounded caketo celebrate the wish I makeI&#8217;ll lit my candles with the Moonand let them glow in nightly gloom.\nI wish myself a better year,to feel and see what I can&#8217;t hear,and as a snake sheds its own skinI&#8217;d like to shed my old chagrin.\nIn darkened room...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4753' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div><div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4714'>Hypocrisy<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on January 11, 2015 by magda<\/div><img src=https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/hypocrite-150x150.jpg style='width:130px' \/>\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nHypocrisy\n&nbsp;\n\nShe&#8217;s dressed in black with white high heels,\nA designed dress her ways reveals,\nShe fakes some tears with mini skills,\nShe hides her face and what she feels.\n\n&nbsp;\nShe wants to say: \u201cI am a saint,\nI can\u2019t bear badness, I do faint,\nI talk to angels while I paint,\nI am suave, fragile and quaint\u201d.\n&nbsp;\nHer...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4714' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div><div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4401'>From now until it's now again<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on July 19, 2014 by magda<\/div><img src=https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/Milena-2-150x150.png style='width:130px' \/>\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nFrom Now Until It&#8217;s Now Again\nI&#8217;d like to be a drop of rain,\na tear to shine in eyes of crane,\nto feel no sadness nor a pain.\nFrom now until it&#8217;s now again.\nI&#8217;d like to be a bitter chain\nto hold those hearts that only drain\nthe human will. Those hearts too vain.\nFrom now...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4401' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div><div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4252'>Innocence<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on April 21, 2014 by magda<\/div><img src=https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/Catcher_in_the_rye_Wallpaper_gi1it-150x150.jpg style='width:130px' \/>\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nInnocence\nWhen falling off the cliff they cry,hurting the iris of their eye,flying before they learn to fly,whose words will kiss their tears to dry?I am the Catcher in the Rye.\nThe Fallen knows the Catcher&#8217;s dreamto keep alive th&#8217; innocent gleam.The Catcher feels the Fallen&#8217;s sense:&#8220;Don&#8217;t kill the heart of\u00a0 Innocence!Let...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4252' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div><div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4089'>Dot the i<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on March 11, 2014 by magda<\/div><img src=https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Dot-150x150.png style='width:130px' \/>\u00a0\n&nbsp;\n\n...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4089' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div><div class='pfpItem entry-content'><h2 class='entry-title'><a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3692'>Apart<\/a><\/h2><div class='entry-meta'>Posted on January 5, 2014 by magda<\/div><img src=http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/magmagmag-250x250.jpg style='width:130px' \/>\nApart\nHer eyes were shivering a tear\nwhile the old year was shot\nshe softly sighed &#8220;Happy New Year!&#8221;\nAnd dried the tearful thought.\nHer eyes were echoing the heart\nits beating ten to one\nthe counted seconds, whole in part,\nmade future be outrun.\nHer eyes kissed Mother&#8217;s loving hands\nand Father&#8217;s forehead gray\nthey cry in their faraway lands\nand...<a href='https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3692' class='pfpReadMore'>Read More &raquo;<\/a><div class='clear'><\/div><hr><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4820","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4820","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4820"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4822,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4820\/revisions\/4822"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}