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Horace- the Odes:\u00c2\u00a0http:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/horace-the-odes\/<\/a><\/p>\n

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Horace: The Odes Notes<\/h1>\n

Poem 1<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMy sweet glory\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be delighted by showers of dust\u00e2\u20ac\u201d ignore the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfickle crowd of citizens\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and ignore \u00e2\u20ac\u02dctriple honors.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Never stop sailing the seas<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be afraid of the winds.<\/p>\n

Touch the stars<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Poem 2<\/h2>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be scared.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAge of pain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

I am sated from the long campaign of life.<\/p>\n

Do I love the war-shouts and helmets?<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBlood-stained enemies.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t rush back to the sky \u00e2\u20ac\u201d stay long.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcLead us, O Caesar\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Virgil: Off to Greece<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMay the goddess and father of the winds guide you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Guide your ship to the shores.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcTriple bronze and oak encircled\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Uplift the spirit of the breast of the man who first committed his \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfragile bark to the cruel sea\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDaring enough for anything\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u2122The human race deals in forbidden sin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhen fire was stolen from heaven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t vainly \u00e2\u20ac\u02dctry the empty air on wings\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNothing\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too high for mortal men\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d like fools, who aim at the heavens themselves.<\/p>\n

Spring<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcFierce winter slackens its grip\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe west wind\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sweet change\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo more are the meadows white with hoary frost\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcTreading the earth\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcPale death knocks with impartial foot, at the door of the poor man\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cottage.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe span of brief life prevents us from ever depending on distant hope\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have distant hope in life, because life is brief.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSoon the night will crush you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/strong><\/p>\n

No longer will we be allowed the lordship of wine by dice (dice, gives us good fate)<\/p>\n

Treacherous Girl<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDrowned in liquid perfume\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ignore the treacherous breeze.<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be dazzled.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcVotive tablet\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMy dripping clothes\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

A tribute to Agrippa<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWinged with his Homeric poetry\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMy defective artistry\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWho can write worthily of Mars in his armor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI sing of banquets, of girls fierce in battle, with closely-trimmed nails, attacking young men.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Tibur (Tivoli)<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcO you brave heroes\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDrown your cares with wine\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcTomorrow we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll sail the wide seas again.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/strong><\/p>\n

To Lydia: Stop ruining Sybaris<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHis sharp restraining bit.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhy does he fear to touch the yellow Tiber?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t try to keep away from the wrestler\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s oil, like the viper\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s blood.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcArms bruised by weapons\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hurl the discus and javelin out of bounds.<\/p>\n

Winter<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe laboring woods bend under the weight\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDrive away bitterness, and pile on the logs\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBring on the true wine.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ask what tomorrow brings, call them your gain.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care what tomorrow brings, consider it all gain.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe pleasing laugh that betrays her\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 (don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let random pleasures betray us in laugh, by the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcpleasing laugh\u00e2\u20ac\u2122)<\/p>\n

To Mercury<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWise with your training \u00e2\u20ac\u201d shaped the uncivilized ways of our new-born race, with language and grace.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou bring virtuous souls to the happy shores.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Carpe diem<\/h2>\n

We don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know what fate the gods grant us<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t waste your time on futile calculations.<\/p>\n

**\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBe wise, and mix the wine, since time is short \u00e2\u20ac\u201d limit that far-reaching hope,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 *****<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe envious moment is flying now, while we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re speaking\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSeize the day, and place the hours that come as little faith as you can.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Praising augustus<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe muse\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s art\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSeductively drew the listening oaks\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcEnchaining song\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be silent about you, O Bacchus\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe menacing waves; repose in the deep\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNoble death\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGratefully, I speak in distinguished verses\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGlory grows like a tree, quietly with time.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u201d
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMay you reign forever\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHe\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll rule the wide earth with justice\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll shake Olympus with your heavy chariot.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

His jealousy<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcRosy neck\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 \/ \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWaxen arms\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMy burning passion starts to mount deep inside me, with troubling anger.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMy hue doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stay the same as before.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m consumed inwardly with lingering fires \u00e2\u20ac\u201d I burn.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcVenus has imbued with her own pure nectar\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcLife\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s final day.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The ship of state<\/h2>\n

The fresh tide carries the ship back to sea<\/p>\n

Your sides have been stripped bare of oars<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYour shattered masts and yards are groaning loudly\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYour hull can scarce tolerate the overpowering waters\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a single sail thats still intact now.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThough you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re built of Pontic pine\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAn idle name\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe fearful sailor puts no faith in gaudy keels.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAvoid the glistening seas\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Nereus\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Prophecy of Troy<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe empire of old Priam\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcUselessly daring\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAjax quick to follow\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He repents<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCalm your mind\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSwift verse\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI wish to change the bitter lines to sweet\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCharmed away all of my hostile words\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI wish to change the bitter lines to sweet, now.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Charm away all my hostile words.<\/p>\n

The delights of the country<\/h2>\n

The rich wealth of the countryside will flow from you \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfrom the horn of plenty\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcInnocent lesbian wine\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Glycera\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s beauty<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCruel venus\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI burn for her lovely boldness\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHer face too dangerous to ever behold.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

To Maecenas<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcFlower of knighthood\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcPlayful echoes\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hymn to Diana<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dclong-haired Apollo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAll-conquering Jove\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Singing of Lalage (Integer Vitae)<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSearching the trackless hills\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNot without aimless terror\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf the coming of spring beings to rustle\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

A lament for quintilius<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDoes endless sleep lie heavy?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcUnswerving loyalty\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOur naked Truth\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

A prophecy of age<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe young men come less often\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcStealing away your sleep\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHugging the threshold\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

A garland for Lamia<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcFresh fountains\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWeave them together all the bright flowers, weave me a garland for my Cindy\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Three handfuls of earth<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe journey of death\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe furies deliver some as a spectacle for cruel Mars\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

**\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe greedy sea\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the sailor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ruin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 **<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcO, sailor, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hesitate, from spite, to grant a little treacherous sand, to my unburied bones and skull.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Waves, thrashing the Venusian woods.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThough you hurry away, its a brief delay: three scattered handfuls of earth will free you.<\/strong>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Off to the wars<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcA bitter war on unbeaten kings\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcRivers can flow backwards, to the summits of mountains.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcA suit of Iberian armor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

To the lyre<\/h2>\n

Moor his storm-driven boat on a water shore.<\/p>\n

Beautiful Lycus, with his dark eyes, and lovely dark hair.<\/p>\n

Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t grieve<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcUnder Venus\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 heavy yoke of bronze.<\/strong>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Fortune\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s changes<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOnce I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGreedy fortune with her shrill whirring\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

To fortune<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcTo arms, to arms\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShatter the supreme authority\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGrim Necessity always treads before you.’<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShe\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s carrying the spikes and the wedges in her bronze hand, and the harsh irons, and the molten lead aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t absent either.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHope cultivates you, and rarest Loyalty.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe disloyal mob.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Numida\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back again<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShowering a host of kisses.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t let our feast lack for roses.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcthe long-lasting parsley, or the brief lilies\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcwe\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll all cast our decadent eyes.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShe\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s clasping, more tightly than the wandering ivy.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Cleopatra<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIntoxicated by Fortuen\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s favor.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCaesar reduced the distracted thoughts, bred by wine, to true fear.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShe might drink down their dark venom.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The simple myrtle<\/h2>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI hate Persian ostentation.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcforget your chasing to find all the places where late roses fade.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI drink beneath the dark vine.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Index of First Lines<\/h2>\n

Maecenas, descendant of royal ancestors,
\nThe Father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sent enough dread hail
\nMay the goddess, queen of Cyprus,
\nFierce winter slackens its grip: it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spring and the west wind\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sweet \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6
\nWhat slender boy, Pyrrha, drowned in liquid perfume,
\nYou should be penned as brave, and a conqueror
\nLet others sing in praise of Rhodes, or Mytilene,
\nLydia, by all the gods,
\nSee how Soracte stands glistening with snowfall,
\nMercury, eloquent grandson of Atlas,
\nLeucono\u00c3\u00ab, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ask, we never know, what fate the gods grant us,
\nWhat god, man, or hero do you choose to praise
\nWhen you, Lydia, start to praise
\nO ship the fresh tide carries back to sea again.
\nWhile Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest,
\nO lovelier child of a lovely mother,
\nSwift Faunus, the god, will quite often exchange
\nCultivate no plant, my Varus, before the rows of sacred vines,
\nCruel Venus, Cupid\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother,
\nCome and drink with me, rough Sabine in cheap cups,
\nO tender virgins sing, in praise of Diana,
\nThe man who is pure of life, and free of sin,
\nYou run away from me as a fawn does, Chlo\u00c3\u00ab,
\nWhat limit, or restraint, should we show at the loss
\nNow the young men come less often, violently
\nFriend of the Muses, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll throw sadness and fear
\nTo fight with wine-cups intended for pleasure
\nYou, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land,
\nof the sea, of wide sands, are entombed
\nIccius, are you gazing with envy, now,
\nO Venus, the queen of Cnidos and Paphos,
\nWhat is the poet\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s request to Apollo?
\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m called on. O Lyre, if I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve ever played
\nTibullus, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t grieve too much, when you remember
\nOnce I wandered, an expert in crazy wisdom,
\nO goddess, who rules our lovely Antium,
\nNow\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the time for drinking deep, and now\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the time<\/strong>
\nMy child, how I hate Persian ostentation,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Horace- the Odes:\u00c2\u00a0http:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/horace-the-odes\/ Horace: The Odes Notes Poem 1 \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMy sweet glory\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be delighted by showers of dust\u00e2\u20ac\u201d ignore the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfickle crowd of citizens\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and ignore \u00e2\u20ac\u02dctriple honors.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Never stop sailing the seas Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be afraid of the winds. Touch the stars \u00e2\u20ac\u201d Poem 2 Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be scared. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAge of pain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 I am sated […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-38803","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/38803","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=38803"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/38803\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/erickimphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}