Get Poem-a-Day as Push Notification

[
    {
        "poem":
        {
            "title": "At Sixty-Five",
            "text": "<p><span class=\"long-line\">It was all so different than he expected. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">For years he’d been agnostic; now he meditated. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">For years he’d dreamed of being an artist living abroad; </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">now he reread Baudelaire, Emerson, Bishop. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">He’d never considered marriage . . . </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Still, a force through green <em>did</em> fuse. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Yes, he wore his pants looser. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">No, he didn’t do crosswords in bed. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">No, he didn’t file for Social Security. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Yes, he danced alone in the bathroom mirror, </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">since younger men expected generosity. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Long ago, his thesis had been described as promising, </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">“with psychological heat and the consuming </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">will of nature.” Now he thought, “<em>This</em> then is all.” </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span class=\"long-line\">On the rooftop, in pale flickering moonlight, </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">he pondered the annihilated earth. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">At the pond, half-a-mile across was not </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">too far to swim because he seemed to be </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">going toward something. Yes, the love impulse </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">had frequently revealed itself in terms of conflict; </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">but this was an old sound, an austere element. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Yes, he’d been no angel and so what . . . </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Yes, tiny moths emerged from the hall closet. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Yes, the odor of kombucha made him sick. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Yes, he lay for hours pondering the treetops, </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">the matriarchal clouds, the moon. </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">Though his spleen collected melancholy trophies, </span><br />\r\n<span class=\"long-line\">his imagination was not impeded. </span></p>\r\n",
            "soundcloud": "<iframe frameborder=\"0\" height=\"200\" scrolling=\"no\" src=\"https://playlist.megaphone.fm?e=POETS3859573126\" width=\"100%\"></iframe>",
            "vertical": null,
            "uuid": "a5cafd13-e735-4ae9-b445-28fb2528af1a",
            "alias": "/poem/sixty-five",
            "attribution": "<p>Copyright © 2022 by Henri Cole. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 5, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.</p>\r\n",
            "about": "<p>“I wrote this poem on my birthday.”<br />\r\n—<em>Henri Cole</em></p>\r\n"
        },
        "poet":
        {
            "name": "Henri Cole",
            "alias": "/poet/henri-cole",
            "image": "https://api.poets.org/sites/default/files/styles/poem_a_day_portrait/public/images/biographies/HenriCole_UpdatedBioImage2022_0.png?itok=b_NaFBHE"
        }
    }
]

poem_payload = msg.payload

msg.headers = {}
msg.headers['Content-Type'] = 'application/json';
html = poem_payload[0].poem.text;
text = html.replace(/<[^>]+>/g, '');
poem = "https://poets.org/"+poem_payload[0].poem.alias
poet = "https://poets.org/"+poem_payload[0].poet.alias;

payload = {
    "topic": "personal",
    "priority": 4,
    "tags": [
        "heart"
    ],
    "title": poem_payload[0].poem.title +" by " + poem_payload[0].poet.name,
    "message": text,
    "actions": [{ "action": "view", "label": "Poem", "url": poem }, { "action": "view", "label": "Poet", "url": poet }]
}
msg.payload = payload

return msg;