{"id":3055,"date":"2013-09-29T10:24:29","date_gmt":"2013-09-29T07:24:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3055"},"modified":"2013-10-01T18:53:17","modified_gmt":"2013-10-01T15:53:17","slug":"mary-ascending","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3055","title":{"rendered":"Mary Ascending"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><\/strong> <a title=\"caravaggio_deathofthevirgin-r1\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/caravaggio_deathofthevirgin-r1.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-3082\" alt=\"caravaggio_deathofthevirgin-r1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/caravaggio_deathofthevirgin-r1-1024x711.jpg\" width=\"592\" height=\"411\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Mary Ascending<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Eight couplets for your tale Magdalena<br \/>Antognetti, model for the Pilrgim\u2019s Mary,<\/p>\n<p>Infant in your arms, your face in afternoon sun<br \/>haloed by whispers: Trysts with Monsignor<\/p>\n<p>Crescenzi, and Cardinal Montalto; shadows<br \/>cast by courtesan\u2019s mantle in Corso\u2019s grey hours.<\/p>\n<p>Drowned woman from Tiber risen, so the story\u2019s<br \/>told, you return to the living to portray Mary Dead.<\/p>\n<p>Laying your body out, your limbs are washed<br \/>with vinegar. But staring at the assembled host<\/p>\n<p>from painted eyes, it\u2019s the countenance of a whore<br \/>they recognise, and cover your face with cloth.<\/p>\n<p>Gathered in St Agostini\u2019s floodlit chapel, Nokias<br \/>and Leicas now congregate at your feet. Standing tip-toe<\/p>\n<p>at the doorstep, red dress taut against your thigh,<br \/>your eyes are upturned, as if you could fly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Gershon Holtz<\/blockquote><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3055","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3055","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"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=3055"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3055\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3058,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3055\/revisions\/3058"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3055"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3055"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3055"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}