{"id":2856,"date":"2017-03-25T08:22:59","date_gmt":"2017-03-25T15:22:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mattfife.com\/?p=2856"},"modified":"2017-03-25T08:22:59","modified_gmt":"2017-03-25T15:22:59","slug":"no-country-for-old-men","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/?p=2856","title":{"rendered":"No country for Old Men"},"content":{"rendered":"<p id=\"page-title\" class=\"page__title title\"><strong>Sailing to Byzantium<\/strong><br \/>\nW. B. Yeats, <span class=\"date-display-single\">1865<\/span> &#8211; <span class=\"date-display-single\">1939<\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden\">\n<div class=\"field-items\">\n<div class=\"field-item even\">\n<pre>That is no country for old men. The young\r\nIn one another\u2019s arms, birds in the trees\r\n\u2014Those dying generations\u2014at their song,\r\nThe salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,\r\nFish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long\r\nWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.\r\nCaught in that sensual music all neglect\r\nMonuments of unageing intellect.\r\n\r\nAn aged man is but a paltry thing,\r\nA tattered coat upon a stick, unless\r\nSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing\r\nFor every tatter in its mortal dress,\r\nNor is there singing school but studying\r\nMonuments of its own magnificence;\r\nAnd therefore I have sailed the seas and come\r\nTo the holy city of Byzantium.\r\n\r\nO sages standing in God\u2019s holy fire\r\nAs in the gold mosaic of a wall,\r\nCome from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,\r\nAnd be the singing-masters of my soul.\r\nConsume my heart away; sick with desire\r\nAnd fastened to a dying animal\r\nIt knows not what it is; and gather me\r\nInto the artifice of eternity.\r\n\r\nOnce out of nature I shall never take\r\nMy bodily form from any natural thing,\r\nBut such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make\r\nOf hammered gold and gold enamelling\r\nTo keep a drowsy Emperor awake;\r\nOr set upon a golden bough to sing\r\nTo lords and ladies of Byzantium\r\nOf what is past, or passing, or to come.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sailing to Byzantium W. B. Yeats, 1865 &#8211; 1939 That is no country for old men. The young In one another\u2019s arms, birds in the trees \u2014Those dying generations\u2014at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"><a class=\"btn btn-default\" href=\"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/?p=2856\"> Read More<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">  Read More<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_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}},"categories":[9,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2856","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cool","category-reflections"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4WECr-K4","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2856","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2856"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2856\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2857,"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2856\/revisions\/2857"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2856"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2856"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattfife.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2856"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}