{"id":1880,"date":"2017-02-11T17:50:50","date_gmt":"2017-02-11T22:50:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/?page_id=1880"},"modified":"2018-03-01T15:59:35","modified_gmt":"2018-03-01T20:59:35","slug":"doute","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/doute\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Doute"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem\" align=\"center\">\n<p class=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Po\u00e9sies in\u00e9dites<\/em> (1881)<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"poem-title\" style=\"text-align: center\">Doute<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<p>C&#8217;est e\u0301gal, le souci me de\u0301vore et l&#8217;ennui<br \/>\nMe ronge. Tout m&#8217;accable a\u0300 la fois, tout m&#8217;effraie.<br \/>\nQui parle m&#8217;a blesse\u0301e, et qui se tait m&#8217;a nui,<br \/>\nCar mon c\u0153ur de\u0301lirant sent se creuser sa plaie.<\/p>\n<p>Sur mes yeux las, l&#8217;aurore apre\u0300s l&#8217;e\u0301toile a lui ;<br \/>\nL&#8217;oiseau suspend son nid et chante dans la haie ;<br \/>\nLa fleur s&#8217;ouvre : rayon, chant, parfum, rien n&#8217;est <i>lui<\/i>,<br \/>\nEt rien ne peut tromper cette larme trop vraie.<\/p>\n<p>Oh ! ce soupc\u0327on n&#8217;est pas de ceux qu&#8217;on peut calmer,<br \/>\nJe suis vaincue ; Amour, il nous faut de\u0301sarmer.<br \/>\nPeut-e\u0302tre est-ce ma faute et suis-je devenue<\/p>\n<p>Autre que je n&#8217;e\u0301tais quand il a cru m&#8217;aimer ?<br \/>\nEt ne me dites plus que c&#8217;est trop m&#8217;alarmer ;<br \/>\nJ&#8217;attendais une lettre, elle n&#8217;est pas venue !<\/p>\n<p><span id=\"indent\"><span id=\"indent\">Les Ormes, ao\u00fbt 186&#8230;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/souvenirsrassemblespage\/\">Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Po\u00e9sies in\u00e9dites (1881) Doute C&#8217;est e\u0301gal, le souci me de\u0301vore et l&#8217;ennui Me ronge. Tout m&#8217;accable a\u0300 la fois, tout m&#8217;effraie. Qui parle m&#8217;a blesse\u0301e, et qui se tait m&#8217;a nui, Car mon c\u0153ur de\u0301lirant sent se creuser sa plaie&#8230;. <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/doute\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5596,"featured_media":0,"parent":391,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"template-fullwidth.php","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1880"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5596"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1880"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7414,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1880\/revisions\/7414"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/391"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}