{"id":1989,"date":"2017-03-01T18:38:55","date_gmt":"2017-03-01T23:38:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/?page_id=1989"},"modified":"2018-03-01T16:13:59","modified_gmt":"2018-03-01T21:13:59","slug":"spleendete","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/spleendete\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Spleen d&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9"},"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\">Spleen d&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<div class=\"epigraph\">\u00ab Sentir sans vivre ! \u00bb<br \/>\n<span class=\"epigraph-author\">(Obermann)<\/span><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ciel gris, chaudes vapeurs qui montez de la terre,<br \/>\nFruits qui tombez de l&#8217;arbre, e\u0301pis qui vous courbez,<br \/>\nEau morte, noir miroir des feuillages plombe\u0301s,<br \/>\nTout en vous est pour moi morbide et de\u0301le\u0301te\u0300re ;<\/p>\n<p>Car je pressens par vous l&#8217;inquie\u0301tant myste\u0300re<br \/>\nDes secrets qui nous sont a\u0300 jamais de\u0301robe\u0301s,<br \/>\nEt qu&#8217;aux de\u0301serts lointains Nils et Meschace\u0301be\u0301s<br \/>\nRoulent avec tristesse en leur flot solitaire.<\/p>\n<p>Et mon esprit est las et sature\u0301 d&#8217;ennui<br \/>\nDe voir que toujours plus se creuse devant lui<br \/>\nL&#8217;inconnu, l&#8217;infini de sa propre pense\u0301e,<\/p>\n<p>Tandis que mon c\u0153ur lourd cherche en vain un appui,<br \/>\nEt ne peut, malgre\u0301 tant de douleur amasse\u0301e,<br \/>\nE\u0301teindre le de\u0301sir de l&#8217;\u0153uvre commence\u0301e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Les Ormes, ao\u00fbt 187&#8230;<\/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) Spleen d&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9 \u00ab Sentir sans vivre ! \u00bb (Obermann) &nbsp; Ciel gris, chaudes vapeurs qui montez de la terre, Fruits qui tombez de l&#8217;arbre, e\u0301pis qui vous courbez, Eau morte, noir miroir des feuillages plombe\u0301s, Tout en&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/spleendete\/\">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\/1989"}],"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=1989"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1989\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7450,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1989\/revisions\/7450"}],"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=1989"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}