{"id":48398,"date":"2021-06-17T18:13:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-17T18:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dev6.blazedream.in\/ICSF\/samudra\/endquote-13"},"modified":"2021-08-23T05:13:50","modified_gmt":"2021-08-23T05:13:50","slug":"endquote-13","status":"publish","type":"samudra","link":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/samudra\/endquote-13\/","title":{"rendered":"ENDQUOTE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The Fisherman<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Although I can see him still<br \/>\nThe freckled man who goes<br \/>\nTo a gray place on a hill<br \/>\nIn gray Connemara clothes<br \/>\nAt dawn to cast his flies<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s long since I began<br \/>\nTo call up to the eyes<br \/>\nThis wise and simple man.<br \/>\nAll day I&#8217;d looked in the face<br \/>\nWhat I had hoped it would be<br \/>\nTo write for my own race<br \/>\nAnd the reality:<br \/>\nThe living men that I hate,<br \/>\nThe dead man that I loved,<br \/>\nThe craven man in his seat,<br \/>\nThe insolent unreproved<br \/>\nAnd no knave brought to book<br \/>\nWho has won a drunken cheer<br \/>\nThe witty man and his joke<br \/>\nAimed at the commonest ear,<br \/>\nThe clever man who cries<br \/>\nThe catch cries of the clown,<br \/>\nThe beating down of the wise<br \/>\nAnd great Art beaten down.<br \/>\nMaybe a twelve-month since<br \/>\nSuddenly I began,<br \/>\nIn scorn of this audience,<br \/>\nImagining a man,<br \/>\nAnd his sun-freckled face<br \/>\nAnd gray Connemara cloth,<br \/>\nClimbing up to a place<br \/>\nWhere stone is dark with froth,<br \/>\nAnd the down turn of his wrist<br \/>\nWhen the flies drop in the stream<br \/>\nA man who does not exist,<br \/>\nA man who is but a dream;<br \/>\nAnd cried, \u0093Before I am old<br \/>\nI shall have written him one<br \/>\nPoem maybe as cold<br \/>\nAnd passionate as the dawn. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong> William Butler Yeats<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Fisherman Although I can see him still The freckled man who goes To a gray place on a hill In gray Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies It&#8217;s long since I began To call up to the eyes This wise and simple man. All day I&#8217;d looked in the face What I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":[],"tags":[],"region":[],"source":[],"country":[],"state":[],"city":[],"samudra_category":[5358],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/samudra\/48398"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/samudra"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/samudra"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48398"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48398"},{"taxonomy":"region","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/region?post=48398"},{"taxonomy":"source","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/source?post=48398"},{"taxonomy":"country","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/country?post=48398"},{"taxonomy":"state","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/state?post=48398"},{"taxonomy":"city","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/city?post=48398"},{"taxonomy":"samudra_category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/samudra_category?post=48398"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}