{"id":793,"date":"2010-04-11T18:31:42","date_gmt":"2010-04-11T22:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=793"},"modified":"2010-04-11T18:31:42","modified_gmt":"2010-04-11T22:31:42","slug":"death-in-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2010\/04\/11\/death-in-the-world.html","title":{"rendered":"Death in the World"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><strong><em>By Pablo Neruda<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>Death kept dispatching and reaping<br \/>\nits tribute in sites and tombs:<br \/>\nman with dagger or with pocket,<br \/>\nat noon or in the nocturnal light,<br \/>\nhoped to kill, kept killing,<br \/>\nkept burying beings and branches,<br \/>\nmurdering and devouring corpses.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>He prepared his nets, wrung dry,<br \/>\nbled white, departed in the morning<br \/>\nsmelling blood from the hunt,<br \/>\nand upon returning from the triumph he was shrouded<br \/>\nby fragments of death and abandonment,<br \/>\nand killing himself, he then buried<br \/>\nhis tracks with sepulchral ceremony.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>The homes of the living were dead.<br \/>\nSlag, broken roofs, urinals,<br \/>\nwormy alleyways, hovels<br \/>\nawash with human tears.<br \/>\n&#8220;You must live like this,&#8221; said the decree.<br \/>\n&#8220;Rot in your substance,&#8221; said the Foreman.<br \/>\n&#8220;You&#8217;re filthy,&#8221; reasoned the Church.<br \/>\n&#8220;Sleep in the mud,&#8221; they told you.<br \/>\nAnd some of them armed the ash<br \/>\nto govern and decide,<br \/>\nwhile the flower of mankind beat<br \/>\nagainst the walls built for them.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>The Cemetery possessed pomp and stone.<br \/>\nSilence for all the stature<br \/>\nof lofty tapered vegetation.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><em>At last you&#8217;re here, at least you leave<br \/>\nus a hollow in the heart of the bitter jungle,<br \/>\nat last you lie stiff between walls<br \/>\nthat you won&#8217;t breach. And every day<br \/>\nthe flowers, like a river of perfume,<br \/>\njoined the river of the dead.<br \/>\nThe flowers untouched by life<br \/>\nfell on the hollow that you left.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Pablo Neruda Death kept dispatching and reaping its tribute in sites and tombs: man with dagger or with pocket, at noon or in the nocturnal light, hoped to kill, kept killing, kept burying beings and branches, murdering and devouring corpses. He prepared his nets, wrung dry, bled white, departed in the morning smelling blood [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-793","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-passages","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-cN","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=793"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}